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Show 2 5 The C O N F E D E R A C Y. Hip. Nay, then I don't know what you'll do w.th him. Clar. I'll e'en do nothing at all W.th h . m . - - g . panta! *- ^ ct My Hoods and Scarf, and a Coach to the Doo, Flip. W h y , whither are you going t Clar. I can't tell yet, but 1 wou'd go fpend fome M°Z Why', youCwant nothing that I know of cL Ho^ukward an O b jetton now Mhat, as if a W o m a n of Education bought things becaufe fhe want-ed 'cm. Quality always diftinguifhes it felf j . and there-fore, as the mechanick People buy things becaufe they haveoccafion for'em, you fee W o m e n of Rank always buy things, becaufe they have nor occafion for em, N o w there, Flippanta, you fee the difference between a W o m a n that has breeding, and one that has none. 0 ho, here's Araminta come at laft. Enter Araminta. Lard what a tedious while you have let m e expert you? I was afraid you were not well -, how d'y' do to-day ? Aram. As well as a W o m a n can do, that has not flept all Night. Flip. Methinks, Madam, you are pretty well awake, Aram. O, 'tis not a little thing will make a Woman of m y Vigour look drowfy. Clar. But prithee what was't difturb d you ? Aram. Not your Husband, don't trouble your felf; at leaft, I a m not in love with him yet. Clar, Well remember'd, I had quite forgot that matter. I wim you much Joy, you have made a noble Gonqueft indeed. Aram. But now I have fubdu'd the Country, pray is it worth m y keeping f* You know the Ground, you have * J 'jL. w -•' V IP • Clar. A barren Soil, Heaven can tell. ram. Yet if it weie well cultivated, it would produce fbmething, to m y knowledge. D o you know tis in m y power to ruin this poor thing of yours f W ik Mm h at rny Sf nke. " W The CONFEDERACY." 27 Flip. Cods-fifii, ftrike him, Madam, and let m y Lady go your halves. There's no Sin in plundering a Huf-band, fo his Wife has fhare of the Booty. Aram. Whenever fhe gives m e her Orders. I fhall be Very ready to obey 'em. Clar. Why, as odd a thing as fuch a Project may item, Araminta, I believe I fhall have a little ferious Difcourfe with you about it. But prithee tell m e how vou have pafs'd the Night ? For 1 am fure your Mind has been roving upon fome pretty thing or other. Aram, Why, I have been ftudying all the ways m y Brain could produce, to plague m y Husband. Clar. N o wonder indeed you look fo frefh this Morn-jng after the fatisfaftion of fuch pleafin^ Ideas alt Night. ° Aram. W h y can a W o m a n do lefs than ftudy mif-chier, when fhe has tumbled and tofs'd her felf into a burning Fever, for want of Sleep, and fees a Fellow he (boring; by her, ftock-ftill, in a fine breathing Sweat > Clar. Now fee the difference of Women's Tempers *• If m y Dear wou'd make but one Nap of his whole Life, and only waken to make his Will I fhou'd be the happieft Wife in the Univerfe. But we'll difcourfe more or theft matters as w e go, for I muft make a tour among the Shops. Aram. I have a Coach waits at the Door, we'll talk of em as w e rattle along. * Clar. The beft place in nature, for you know * Hackney-Coach is a natural Enemy to a Husband *</ -,. r hE** CIar*and Aram. Flippanta fola. What a pretty little pair of amiable Perfons are there w^jst ssrai se-y tv+* their Husbands di/not h ^ ' ^ if Idlenefs be the Root of all Evil, W n Matrimony's good for fomething, for it fets m a m ' a poor W o m a n to work. But here comes Mifs. I h L e I fhaH h^n f, there' Iffi f? 7 '? *"* ^whtlS& theie, ,f fhe don't play her part as well as the beft of |
