t, and
called to dress. And after that Business was over, I think they
swallow'd each of 'em a Pint of _Old-Hock_, with a little Sugar, by the
way of healing. Their Coaches were got ready in the mean time; but the
Peer was forced to accept of the Honour of being carried in his
Majesty's to Sir _Philip's_, whom they found just risen from Dinner,
with _Philadelphia_ and his two Nieces. They sat down, and ask'd for
something to relish a Glass of Wine, and Sir _Philip_ order'd a cold
Chine to be set before 'em, of which they eat about an Ounce a-piece;
but they drank more by half, I dare say.

After their little Repast, _Friendly_ call'd the _Would-be-Monarch_
aside, and told him, that he would have him go to the Play that Night,
which was _The London-Cuckolds_; promising to meet him there in less
than half an Hour after his Departure: telling him withal, that he would
surprize him with a much better Entertainment than the Stage afforded.
_Majesty_ took the Hint, imagining, and that rightly, that the Knight
had some Intrigue in his Head, for the Promotion of the Commonwealth of
Cuckoldom: In order therefore to his Advice, he took his leave about a
quarter of an Hour after.

When he was gone, Sir _Philip_ thus bespoke his pretended Niece: Madam,
I hope your Majesty will not refuse me the Honour of waiting on you to a
Place where you will meet with better Entertainment than your Majesty
can expect from the best Comedy in Christendom. _Val_, (continued he)
you must go with us, to secure me against the Jealousy of my Wife. That,
indeed (return'd his Lady) is very material; and you are mightily
concern'd not to give me Occasion, I must own. You see I am now,
(replied he:) But--come! on with Hoods and Scarf! (pursued he, to
_Lucy_.) Then addressing himself again to his Lady; Madam, (said he)
we'll wait on you. In less Time than I could have drank a Bottle to my
Share, the Coach was got ready, and on they drove to the Play-House. By
the way, said _Friendly_ to _Val._--Your Honour, noble Peer, must be set
down at _Long's_; for only _Lucy_ and I must be seen to his Majesty of
_Bantam_: And now, I doubt not, you understand what you must trust
to.--To be robb'd of her Majesty's Company, I warrant (return'd the
other) for these long three Hours. Why (cry'd _Lucy_) you don't mean,
I hope, to leave me with his Majesty of _Bantam_? 'Tis for thy Good,
Child! 'Tis for thy Good (return'd _Friendly_.) To the _Rose_ they got
then; where _Goo