[Sits down. They buy. Enter Petronella Elenora carried
in a Chair, dress'd like a Girl of Fifteen. Shift. Room there,
Gentlemen, room for a Patient. Blunt. Pray, Seignior, who may this be
thus muzzl'd by old Gaffer Time? Car. One Petronella Elenora, Sir, a
famous outworn Curtezan. Blunt. Elenora! she may be that of Troy for
her Antiquity, tho fitter for God Priapus to ravish than Paris. Shift.
Hunt, a word; dost thou see that same formal Politician yonder, on the
Jennet, the nobler Animal of the two? Hunt. What of him? Shift. 'Tis
the same drew on the Captain this Morning, and I must revenge the
Affront. Hunt. Have a care of Revenges in Spain, upon Persons of his
Quality. Shift. Nay, I'll only steal his Horse from under him. Hunt.
Steal it! thou may'st take it by force perhaps; but how safely is a
Question. Shift. I'll warrant thee- shoulder you up one side of his
great Saddle, I'll do the like on t'other; then heaving him gently up,
Harlequin shall lead the Horse from between his Worship's Legs: All
this in the Crowd will not be perceiv'd, where all Eyes are imploy'd
on the Mountebank. Hunt. I apprehend you now- [Whilst they are lifting
Petronella on the Mountebank's Stage, they go into the Crowd, shoulder
up Carlo's Saddle. Harlequin leads the Horse forward, whilst Carlo is
gazing, and turning up his Mustachios; they hold him up a little
while, then let him drop: he rises and stares about for his Horse.
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