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e Bishop, and came over here a substantial Orthodox. But come, where stands the Cup? Here, my service to you, Major. _Flirt._ Your Honours are pleased,--but methinks Doctor _Dunce_ is a very edifying Person, and a Gentleman, and I pretend to know a Gentleman; for I my self am a Gentlewoman: my Father was a Baronet, but undone in the late Rebellion, and I am fain to keep an Ordinary now, Heaven help me. _Tim._ Good lack, why, see how Virtue may be bely'd. We heard your Father was a Taylor, but trusting for old _Oliver's_ Funeral broke, and so came hither to hide his Head.--But my service to you; what, you are never the worse? _Flirt._ Your Honour knows this is a scandalous place, for they say your Honour was but a broken Excise-Man, who spent the King's Money to buy your Wife fine Petticoats; and at last not worth a Groat, you came over a poor Servant, though now a Justice of the Peace, and of the Honourable Council. _Tim._ Adz zoors, if I knew who 'twas said so, I'd sue him for _Scandalum Magnatum_. _Dull._ Hang 'em, Scoundrels, hang 'em, they live upon Scandal, and we are Scandal-proof.--They say too, that I was a Tinker, and running the Country, robb'd a Gentleman's House there, was put into _Newgate_, got a Reprieve after Condemnation, and was transported hither; --and that you, _Boozer_, was a common Pick-pocket, and being often flogg'd at the Carts-tale, afterwards turn'd Evidence, and when the Times grew honest was fain to flie. _Booz._ Ay, ay, Major, if Scandal would have broke our Hearts, we had not arriv'd to the Honour of being Privy-Counsellors.--But come, Mrs. _Flirt_, what, never a Song to entertain us? _Flirt._ Yes, and a Singer too newly come ashore. _Tim._ Adz zoors, let's have it then. Enter a Girl who sings, they bear the Bob. _Haz._ Here, Maid, a Tankard of your Drink. _Flirt._ Quickly, _Nell_, wait upon the Gentleman. _Dull._ Please you, Sir, to taste of our Liquor.--My service to you. I see you are a Stranger, and alone; please you to come to our Table? [He rises and comes. _Flirt._ Come, Sir, pray sit down here; these are very honourable Persons, I assure you: This is Major _Dullman_, Major of his Excellency's own Regiment, when he arrives; this Mr. _Timorous_, Justice a Peace in _Corum_; this Captain _Boozer_, all of the honourable Council. _Haz._ With your leave, Gentlemen. [Sits. _Tim._ My service to you, Sir. [Drinks. What, have you brought o
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