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Dryden, John, 1631-1700

"The works of John Dryden, $c now first collected in eighteen volumes. $p Volume 02"

Did you mark how abruptly he went out?
_Non_. He did indeed, Mr Failer. But why should I suspect him?
his carriage is fair, and his means great; he could never live after
this rate, if it were not.
_Fail_. This still renders him the more suspicious: He has no
land, to my knowledge.
_Burr_. Well said, mischief. [_Aside_.
_Const_. My father's credulous, and this rogue has found the
blind side of him; would Loveby heard him! [_To_ ISABELLA.
_Fail_. He has no means, and he loses at play; so that, for my
part, I protest to gad, I am resolved he picks locks for his living.
_Burr_. Nay, to my knowledge, he picks locks.
_Tim_. And to mine.
_Fail_. No longer ago than last night he met me in the dark, and
offered to dive into my pockets.
_Non_. That's a main argument for suspicion.
_Fail_. I remember once, when the keys of the Exchequer were lost
in the Rump-time, he was sent for upon an extremity, and, egad, he
opens me all the locks with the blade-bone of a breast of mutton.
_Non_. Who, this Loveby?
_Fail_. This very Loveby. Another time, when we had sate up very
late at ombre in the country, and were hungry towards morning, he
plucks me out (I vow to gad I tell you no lie) four ten-penny nails
from the dairy lock with his teeth, fetches me out a mess of milk, and
knocks me 'em in again with his head, upon reputation.


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