The works of John Dryden, $c now first collected in eighteen volumes. $p Volume 06 by John Dryden
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philosophy, you ran through all the bawdy-houses in town: At the
latter, instead of managing the great horse, you exercised on your master's wife. What you did in Germany, I know not; but that you beat them all at their own weapon, drinking, and have brought home a goblet of plate from Munster, for the prize of swallowing a gallon of Rhenish more than the bishop. _Wood._ Gervase, thou shalt be my chronicler; thou losest none of my heroic actions. _Gerv._ What a comfort are you like to prove to your good old father! You have run a campaigning among the French these last three years, without his leave; and now he sends for you back, to settle you in the world, and marry you to the heiress of a rich gentleman, of whom he had the guardianship, yet you do not make your application to him. _Wood._ Pr'ythee, no more. _Gerv._ You are come over, have been in town above a week _incognito_, haunting play-houses, and other places, which for modesty I name not; and have changed your name from Aldo to Woodall, for fear of being discovered to him: You have not so much as inquired where he is lodged, though you know he is most commonly in London: And lastly, you have discharged my honest fellow-servant Giles, because-- _Wood._ Because he was too saucy, and was ever offering to give me counsel: Mark that, and tremble at his destiny. _Gerv._ I know the reason why I am kept; because you cannot be discovered by my means; for you took me up in France, and your father |
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