The works of Mr. Thomas Brown, serious and comical : in prose and verse, with his remains in four volumes compleat; vol. IIBrown, Thomas
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The works of Mr. Thomas Brown, serious and comical : in prose and verse, with his remains in four volumes compleat; vol. II
Brown, Thomas
English wit and humor -- Early works to 1800; Erotic literature -- Early works to 1800; Latin literature -- Translations into English
_Luc._ Away with the gay sots, and because I have no plagues in hell
equal to their deserts, let them be a torment to one another. Away with
them. [_As they go off, the Beaus discourse._
_1 Beau. Gh._ Well, _Ned_, shall I speak before it is too late: you may
depend on my excellence in oratory, ’tis my talent; I never writ
billet-deux in my life, but it prevail’d with the cruel nymph: and do
you think I can’t with the devil? I’ll perswade him out of his seven
senses, man? d--me, I’ll make it appear to him that he is a god, and all
that, man: r--t me, _Ned_, be not obstinate.
_2 Beau. Gh._ Z--ns, Sir, no more of that strain. Sir, you’re a coxcomb.
What doubt my universal parts?
_Luc._ You with such a busy face, speak, what are you?
_Here abundance of Cits, in various dresses, come forward._
_Cit. Ghost._ An’t please your infernal majesty, I was a right
worshipful citizen of _London_, that famous _Metropolis_ of _England_,
and I have born all the honourable employments of the same, ev’n to
sheriff and lord-mayor: I was long of the court of aldermen, and one of
the chief spokesmen of the common-council: I made speeches, and penn’d
most of the addresses. But ’tis not for being a cuckold alone, or that I
was feign to cheat so many to maintain my wife’s pride and luxury, that
I am damn’d with this right worshipful crew here; for those are crimes
common to the rest of our brother-citizens, as well as us; but we were
so mad to marry second wives, and for their sakes turn our children out
of doors, (after we had bred them up in all the ease and luxury of the
age) to seek their fortunes in the wide world, and left our estates to
our wives at our death, who will be sure to bestow them on some silly
hectoring spendthrift bully of _Alsatia_ or other, and let the children,
begot of our own bodies, starve.
_Luc._ Away with that rank gang of fools, as well as knaves, who cou’d
so much forget nature and its necessary and known laws, as to cast off
their own off-spring, to give away their substance to those that will
not only misuse it, but contemn the memory of them that were their
benefactors, with so great an injury to nature.
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