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Show &*> The W i v E s E x c u s E : Or, I Cuckolds make Themfelves. 313 C W . I'll ftand by you, m y noble Captain. [E*«j ^//. (Jo/«j) I'll think no more on't, 'tis impoff^ that's impoflible ? Nothing's impoflible to a Womai ^ e judge but on the outfu e of that Sex-, and know E what they can, nor what they do, more than they p|c to fhew us. I have k n o w n Mrs. Sightly thefe fevenYe k n o w n her 1 I mean, I have ieen her. obferv'd i follow'd her; Maybe there's no knowing a Woman:. in all that time, I never found a Freedom that allow, m e any Encouragement beyond a Friend Maybe have been wanting to m y felt-But then me would D throw her felf away upon a c o m m o n Lover; that's probable : If fhe had been afft.£cdly refcrv'd, I wo fufpe&, the Devil in her Heart had fhmpt the Sign Virtue in her Looks, that m e might cheat the World,; fin more clcfe. But fhe is open in her Carriage,« clear of thofe Arts that have made Luft a TraJc-Pi haps that Opennefs may be Defign - 'Tis eafie tori Doubts - And flill (be may be - I won't think Ik --'till 1 k n o w more : But Witwoud is, I know her, e ry thing that's mifchievpus ; abandon'd and undone;] done her felf, fhe wou'd undo the Sex : She is to ba for Wilding : I know her bad enough for any Tn But Bawds have fome good Nature, and procure Pld for Pay : Wivmud has bafer Ends, a general Ruin upon her Friends. [Several pafs over the Stage, Mr. Friei all flighted by 'em, one after mii 1 Lord. I have a little Buiinefs at prefent j but I f fee you at the Play. [ Mr. Fri. In the King's Box, m y Lord - My dear Lord, I'm your humble Servant. [Tom 2 Lord. Another time, good Mr. Friendall; you fee Jl engag'd. • P Mr. Fri. A Pox o'their Engagements: A Maa a make one among 'em. O m y moft noble Lord. 2 Lord I k n o w you will upbraid me, Mr. Irm but I'll recover your Opinion, and come and dine wt vou Let's have Jack Dry den and mil. Wichtrly, at f Mil ;em : S o m e ot thefe Days, we'll be very witty * ca ther : But n o w I a m your Servant. Mr, Ur. Fri. This is a very unfortunate Morning with m e: W e not walled one turn with a Lord,fince I came in; fee I muft take up with tho M e n of Wit to Day Mr Wellvile ? Well Don't let m e keep you from better Company. Mr.Fri. Faith, Sir, I prefer a M a n of Wit, to a M an Quality at any time. will If fhe thinks Wuwoud her Friend, after this, 'tis fien fhe's pleas'd with it, and there's an end on'c. Mr Fri. Why, Wellvile, thou art cogitabund, as a M an fay; thy Head is running upon thy Poetry. Well A beg your Pardon, Sir. I did not mind you in- ^ your Servant, Mr. Wilding. Wilding enters to 'em. Mr. Fri Wilding, yours. But Wellvile, pr'ythee, what to be? A Song? A Tribute to the whole Sex? or a ticuhr Sacrifice? or is't a Libel upon the Court, ha? ell keep your Council;) or a Lampoon upon the wn? What, I a m a great Honourer and humble Ser-it of the Mufes m y felf Jell. A very Favourite of'em, I hear, Sir. fifr.fr/. I fometimes fcribble indeed, for m y Diver- Wild. And the Diverficn of the Ladies, Mr. Friendall.- Hi. And the Diverfion of all the T o w n , Mr. Friendall: Jr.Fri. Why, Faith Gentlemen, Poetry is a very pret- |Amufement, and, in the w a y of Intrigue, or fo, a-long the better Rank of People, I have k n o w n a Paper iVerfes go farther with a Lady in the Purchafe of a Fa-ur, than a Prefent of firry Pounds would have done. ~m. O, Sir, 'tis the only way of Purchafing aW7 « m an is not to be bought. f. Fri. But, Wellvile, pr'ythee communicate, Man. Veil, Why, if you will have it, I have a Defign upon a I r, Fri. Gad (0, let m e write a Scene in it : I have a ufand times had it is m y Head, but never could bring tout to write a Play yet. * U No; no; you had it not in your Head, Sir. fM 1 vow to Gad, but I have then, twenty times. tl P I'm |