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Show 4 4 The R E t A P s E ; or, Ber. O yes: Not that my prefent Pangs Were fo very violent, but the After-pains were intolerable. I was forc'd to wear a beaftly Widow's Band a Twelvemonth for't. Aman. Women, I find, have different Inclinations. Ber. Women, I find, keep different Company, When your Husband ran away from you, if you had fallen into fome of my Acquaintance, 'twou'd have fav'd you many a Tear. But you go and live with a Grand-mother, a Bifhop, and an old Nurfe ; which was enough to make any Woman break her Heart for her Husband, Pray, Amanda, if ever you are a Widow again, keep your felf fo as I do. Aman. Why do you then refolye you'll never marry ? Ber. O, no ; I refolve I will. Aman. How fo ? Ber. That I never may. Aman. You banter me. Ber. Indeed I don't. But I confider I'm a Woman, and form my Refolutions accordingly, Aman. Well, my Opinion is, form what Refblutioo you will, Matrimony will be the end on't. Ber. Faith it won't. Aman. How do you know ? Ber. 1 am fure on't. Aman. Why, do you think 'tis impoflible for you to. fall in love ? Ber. No. Aman. Nay, but "to grow fo pafilonately fond, that nothing but the Man you love can give you Reft. Ber. Well, what then ? Aman. Why then you'll marry him. Ber. How do you know that ? Aman. Why, what can you do elfe? Ber. Nothing but fit and cry. Aman. Pfha. Ber. Ah, poor Amanda, you have led a Country Life ; but if you'll confult the Widows of this Town, they'll Virtue in Danger. 45 they'll tell you, you fhou'd never take a Leafe of a Houfe you can hire for a Quartet's Warning. [Exeunt. The End of the Second Acl. mwm^m^mm^^ PI A C T III. Enter Lord Foppfngton and Servant. L. F. , J E Y , Fellow, let the Coach come to the i ] Door. Ser. Will your Lordfhip venture fo foon to expofe your felf to the Weather ? L. F. Sir, I will venture as foon as I can, to expofe my felf to the Ladies; tho give me my Cloke however ; for in that Side-box, what between the Air that comes in at the Door on one fide, and the intolerable Warmth of the Masks on t'other, a Man gets fo many Heats and ColHsPtwou'd deftroy the Canftitution of a Harfe. Ser. putting on his Cloke.] I wifh your Lordfhip wou'd pleafe to keep Houfe a little longer, I'm afraid your Honour does not well confider your Wound. L. F. My Wound ! I wou'd not be in Eclipfe another Day, tho I had as many Wounds in my Guts as I have had in my Heart. Enter Young Fafhion. L. F. Brother, your Servant. How do you find our felf to-day ? L. F. So well, that I have arder'd my Coach to the oor : So there's no great Danger of Death this baur am. * L. F. I'm very glad of it. 1. F. afide.] That I believe'sa Lye. Prithee, Tarn. tell me one thing : Did not your Heart cut a Caper up jo your Mauth, when you heard I was run through the |
