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Show to 36 The C O N F E D E R A CY Mon. She's the Devil, Flippanta. Flip. You like your Neighbours better. Mon oh ' - an Angel. Flip! What pity it is the L a w don't allow trucking! Mon. If it did, Flippanta/ Flip. But fince it don't, Sir- keep the Reia, upon your Paftlon : Don't let your Flame rage too high, left m y Lady fhou'd be cruel, and it fhou d dry you Up to a M u m m y. JM». 'Tis impoffible (he can be fo barbarous, to let m e die. Alas, Flippanta, a very fmall matter wou'^ fove m y I^ife. Flip. Then y'are dead - for w e W o m e n never grant any thing, to a M a n who will be fatisfy'd with a little. Mon. Dear Flippanta, that w a s o m y m y Modefty; but fince you'll have it out. I a m a very Dragon; A n d fo your Lady'll find- if ever m e thinks fit be. Now I hope you'll ftand m y Friend. Flip. Well, Sir, as far as m y Credit goes, it fhall be employ'd in your Service. ' Mon. M y beft Flippanta,-. tell her I'm all hers , • tell her my Body's hers tell her my Soul's h e r s - and tell her my I fiate's hers. Lard have mercy upon m e , how I'm in lo\e\ Flip. Poor M a n ! what a Sweat he's in ! But hark- I hear m y Mafter, for Heaven's fake compofe your felf a little, you are in fuch a Fir, o'my Confcience he'll fmell you out. Mon. Ah, deav, I'm in fuch an Emotion, I dare not be feen ; put m e in this Clofet for a m o m e n t . Flip. Clofet, M a n ! it's toolittle, your Love wou'd ftifle you. G o air your felf in the Garden a little, you have need on't, i'faith. {she puts himwu Flippanta fola. A rare Adventure, by m y troth. This will be curious N e w s to the Wives. Fortune has n o w put their Huf-bands into their hands, and I think they are too fharp to neglect its Favours. The C O N F E D E R A C Y . $7 Enter Gripe. Gripe, O , here's the Right-hand ; the reft of the Body can't be far off. Where's m y Wife, Hufwife ? Flip. A n admirable Queftion!. Why, file's gone abroad, Sir. ' Gripe. Abroad, abroad, abroad already ? Why, fhe ufes to be (tewing in her Bed three Hours after this time, as late as 'tis : What makes her gadding fo foon ? flip. Bufinefs I fuppofe. Gripe. Bufinefs ! fhe has a pretty Head for Bufinefs truly : O, ho, let her change her W a y of living, or I'll make her change a lmht Heart for a heavy one. Flip. And why wou'd you have her change her W ay of living, Sir ? You fee it agrees with her. She never look'd better in her Life. Gripe. Don't tell m e of her Looks, I have done with her Looks lon£» fince. But I'll make her change her Life, ex Flip. Indeed, Sir, you won't. Grip*. W h y , what fhali hinder me, Infolence ? Flip. That which hinders moft Husbands; Contradiction. Gripe. Suppofe I refolve I won't be contradicted ? Flip. Suppofe fhe refolves you fhall. Gripe. A Wife's Refolution is not good by Law. Flip. Nor a Husband's by Cuftom. Gripe. I tell thee, I will not bear it. Flip. I tell you, Sir, you will bear it. Gripe. Oons, I have borne it three Years already. Flip. By that you fee 'tis but giving your mind to it. Gripe. M y mind to it \ Death and the Devil ! M y mind to it ! Flip. Look ye, Sir, you may fwear and damn, and call the Furies to affift you -, but till you apply the Remedy to the right place, you'll never cure the Difeafe. You fancy you have got an extravagant Wife, is't not fo? Gripe. Prithee change m e that word Fancy, and it is Flip. |
