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A&L <strong>The</strong> QUAKER* OPERA. n • —-—— . f^SCENE changes to the Room calVd ?&?.Caftle^. Chains on the Floor* All Re-enter. ^/ Raft. Now, Gentlemen, you fliall fee. Mr. $hepard, y where are you? Ha! Here are h<strong>is</strong> Chains, but where' himfelf? Gene up the Chimney, I fuppofe —— Not ^ there! Wh<strong>at</strong>'s here, a Breach in the Wall? Nay, then he's certainly gone. \_Rlngs a Bell'] Careful, Lockfaft, Where are you? <strong>The</strong> Bird <strong>is</strong> flown.' Shepard <strong>is</strong> gone again. Blun. By my Shoul <strong>it</strong> <strong>is</strong> a very pretty Shight, <strong>and</strong> worth the Money. Arrah* Where's the Man, Honey? Ruft. I w<strong>it</strong>h I cou'd tell. Blun. Well, I wouVi not be w<strong>it</strong>hout feeing him again another time, for twice as much ; for fa<strong>it</strong>h <strong>it</strong> coft me nothing. [_Afide.~\ He <strong>is</strong> a Sight indeed. By my Shoul the Rogues they always keep in Prifon in Irel<strong>and</strong> never make their Efcapes, but when they carry 'em out <strong>and</strong> hang 'em a l<strong>it</strong>tle. Qua. Verily he <strong>is</strong> fled; he <strong>is</strong> gone like the Flower of the Field; <strong>and</strong> the Flower fadeth away, <strong>and</strong> the Man Vanifheth, <strong>and</strong> then fhall be Aid in thefe Days, Woe to Engl<strong>and</strong>, for Shepard <strong>is</strong> efcaped ; ' Woe to the Shopkeepers, <strong>and</strong> Woe to the Dealers in Ware, for the roaring Lion <strong>is</strong> Abroad, <strong>and</strong> their Goods will not lie on their H<strong>and</strong>s. Oh th<strong>at</strong> my Head were a Fountain or W<strong>at</strong>er, ftreafnfng pure Milk, to weep Salt Tears for the Crying Sins of the N<strong>at</strong>ion. Blun. By my Shoul, I believe th<strong>is</strong> Quaker <strong>is</strong> fonie Presbyterian, fa<strong>it</strong> he preaches good (b<strong>and</strong> Doclrine, if a Body did but know wh<strong>at</strong> <strong>it</strong> was. OoB. Well, I fhall have one of the Bodies th<strong>at</strong> are to be executed To-morrow, fa I am eafy. I had prom<strong>is</strong>'d my Wife to fee Shepard\ <strong>it</strong> was a Providence I did not bring her. Gent. Th<strong>is</strong> <strong>is</strong> indeed "forprizing; wh<strong>at</strong> he has done in thecompafs of oneNight, wou'd take up a Month's time for any Artificer to perform. Ruft. Welj, I am forry you are d<strong>is</strong>appointed, Gentlemen. I'm lure 't<strong>is</strong> a gre<strong>at</strong>er D-'ftppointment to U>; but we fhall certainly have my Gentleman a^ain in a linie time. I fhall remember yoiir Faces if ever you come to B Chap* ns ^ ' '