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Venice Preserv'd, or
pleasure to be private some moments— out, out when you are
bid too—[Puts her out and locks the door.] Good for nothing you say.

Aquil. Why what are you good for?

Anto. In the first place, Madam, I am Old, and consequently
very wise, very wise, Madona, d'e mark that? in the second
place take notice, if you please, that I am a Senator, and when
I think fit can make Speeches Madona. Hurry durry, I can
make a Speech in the Senate-house now and then—wou'd
make your hair stand an end, Madona.

Aquil. What care I for your Speeches in the Senate-house,
if you wou'd be silent here, I should thank you.

Anto. Why, I can make Speeches to thee too, my lovely
Madona; for Example—my cruel fair one,
[Takes out a Purse of Gold, and at every pawse shakes it. 
Since it is my Fate, that you should with your Servant angry
prove; tho late at Night—I hope 'tis not too late with this to
gain reception for my Love—there's for thee my little Nicky
Nacky—take it, here take it—I say take it, or I'l throw it
at your head—how now, rebel!

Aquil. Truly, my Illustrious Senator, I must confess your
Honour is at present most profoundly eloquent indeed.

Anto. Very well: Come, now let's sit down and think upon't
a little—come sit I say—sit down by me a little my Nicky
Nacky, hah—[Sits down] Hurry durry—good for nothing—

Aquil. No Sir, if you please I can know my distance and stand.

Anto. Stand: How? Nacky, up and I down! Nay then let
me exclaim with the Poet.
Shew me a Case more pitiful who can,
A standing Woman, and a falling Man.


Hurry durry—not sit down—see this ye Gods
You won't sit down?

Aquil. No Sir.

Anto. Then look you now, suppose me a Bull; a Basan Bull,
the Bull of Bulls, or any Bull. Thus up I get and with my brows
thus bent—I broo, I say I broo, I broo, I broo. You won't sit
[Bellows like a Bull, and drives her about.down will you?—I broo—

[She sits down.Aquil. Well, Sir, I must endure this.
Now your honour has been a Bull, pray what Beast will your
Worship please to be next?

Anto. Now I'l be a Senator agen, and thy Lover little
Nicky Nacky! [He sits by her.] Ah toad, toad, toad, toad! spit

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