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Show l8* The W i v E s E x c u s E : Or, I Cuckolds make Themfelves. 183 Mufick-Majler. 'Tis not fet, Sir. Mr. Fri. N o t fet, Sir! [Turning from him, to the Lu Love. That's a Fault he'll never forgive you. Mufuk-Mafter. W h y , really, Sir, I would ferve any 1 tleman to m y power; but the Words are fo abominal out of the w a y of Mufick, I don't k n o w h o w to hum, e m : There's no fetting 'em, or finding 'em, to any Body but himfelf. * * g ' ° • Sight. O ! but w e lofe by this. Mr.Ffi Hang'em, idle Rafca's; they care not » Enter fair, ment w e lofe, fo they have but our Mony Sight. Is it your o w n Song, Mr. Friendall? m Mr. Fri. I muft not rob your Ladyfhip of your p Sight. My Part in your Song, Sir! m Mr.Fri. Y o u were the Mufe that' infpir'd me; T it upon your Ladyfhip. Sight. Fie, fie; that Pride wou'd ruin me: But I km you fay fo to every W o m a n . [she turns from k Mr.Fri. I 'gad, foe's i'th' right on'tj I have told a x-n fo already at the Mufick-mecting, aad moft of believe m e. Sight. Does Mr. Friendall often write Songs, Mada Mrs. Fri. H e docs many things, he fhou'd not do, f d a m ; but I think he loves me, and that excufes him, m e ; Tho', you m a y be fure, 'tis with the tendered Coi cern for m y o w n Reputation, that I fee m y Husba daily trifle away his fo notorioufly, in one Folly orotl of the T o w n . [Goes to Mr. Friend. Wit. For her o w n Reputation, it muft be; fortl World will believe, fhe turns fuch a Hasband to the rig Ufe, whatever fhe fays to the contrary. Mrs. Fri. Mr. Friendall, pray be fatisfy'd with ag Eftate; and not imagine, becaufe you have that, youi every thing elfe. The bufinefs of writing Songs foo be over with a marry'd Man. And fince I can't be il peeled to be the Phillts, or Claris, 'cis an Affront to n to have any other W o m a n thought fo. Mr. Fri. Indeed, Madam, fo far you are right: I nevd heard of any Man, that writ a Song upon his Wife. 7 SONG S O N«G, by Major-General Saikvile. IXgrateful Love! Thus every Hour, To punifh me by her Difdain I Ton tyrannize to foew your Power; jnd She, to triumph in my Fain. Ton, who can laugh at human Woes, A?d Victims to her Fride dscree, On me, your yielding Slave, impofe Tour Chains; but leave the Rebel free. How fatal are your poifon'd Darts I Her conqu'ring Eyes the Trophies boaft, Whilft you infnare poor wandring Hearts, That in her Charms and Scorn are loft. Impious, and Cruel: Tou deny A Death, to eafe me of my Care; Which /he delays, to make me try The force of Beauty, and Defpair. Mr.Fri. Lovemore, we may thank you for this: But hen you keep your Promife to m e , at Dinner, to Mor-iw, and you, and you, and all of you, Gentlemen, tyaks to all the Men.] I'll do you Reafon to the good lampany. Some of m y Servants there- [Goes to the Door. Court. Madam, I a m very luckily here to offer you m y :rvice. Mrs. Fri, N o particular W o m a n muft expect it from fo meral a Follower cf the Sex, as Mr. Courtall is. Court. A general Follower of the Sex indeed, Madam, my Care of 'em. Mrs.Fri. Befides, 'tis dangerous to be feen with a M a n )fyour Character; for if you don't make it an Intrigue,, the Town makes it for you: And that does moft of your .Bufinefs as well. Ourt. There's no knowing a M a n by his Character in this Town; the partiality of Friends, and the prejudice of |