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Show The Provoked Wife. ^ ~ . vMnt»* that went to Church, faid ff SaP&J&taftS: .eaft Tina,eof ^'SXthink you have got into a better Ga„g noKwr John. Zoons, Sir, m y Lord Rake and I are Hand and Glove, I believe we may get our Bones broke toge- ?her to°nioht ; have you a mind to (hare a Frohck? Co.fi. Not I, truly; m y Talent lies to fofier E x* -r ° Sir John. What, a Down-Bed and a Strumpet ? A pox of Venery, I fay. Will you come and drink with m e this Afternoon ? Conft. I can't drink to-day, but we'll come and fit an hour with you if. you will. Sir John. Phugh, Pox, fit an hour! • W h y can't you drink ? Conft. Becaufe I'm to fee m y Miftrefs. Sir John. Who's that ? Conft. W h y , do you ufe to tell ? Sir John. Yes. Conft. So won't I. Sit John. W h y? Conft. Becaufe'tis a Secret. Sir John. Would m y Wife knew it, 'twou'd be no Secret long. C*»/?. W h y , do you1 think fhe can't keep a Secret ? Sir John. N o more than fhe can keep Lent. Heartf. Prithee tell it her to try, Conftant. ? S?r3*fc». No, prithee, don't, that I maynt be plagu'd with it. ,, Cwi/f. I'll hold you a Guinea you don't make her tell it you. Sir John. I'll hold you a Guinea I do. Conft. Which way? Sir John. Why, I'll beg her not to tell it me. Heartf. Nay, if any thing does it, that will. Conft. But do you think, S i r - - Sk John. Oons, Sir, I think a W o m a n and a Secret are the two iinpemnenteft Themes in the Umverie. The ProvoPd Wife. ,, < Therefore pray let's hear no more of rrw wrf Miftrefs- Damn 'em both with^ all m ? C * ° J T ry thingdfe that daggles a Petticoat e x c ^ u ^ nerous Whores, with Betty Sands at the head of Vm who are drunk with m y Lord Rake and I ten times?* a Fortni^hr. f Exit S"' I V Ctotf. Here's a dainty Fellow for you! And'they* eA Coward too. But his Ufage of his Wife makes me ready to ftab the Villain. HMrtf Lovers are fhort-fighted-: All their Senfes run into that of Feeling. This Proceeding of his is the only thing on Earth can make your Fortune. If any t mg can prevail with her to accept of a Gallant, 'tis his i Ufage of her ; for W o m e n will do more for Revenge than they 11 do for the Gofpel. & Prithee take heart, I have great hopes for you ; and fince I can t bring you quite off of her, I'll endeavour to bring you quite on: for a whining Lover is the damnd ft Companion upon Earth. Conft. My dear Friend, flatter m e a little more with thefe Hopes ; for whilft they prevail, I have Heaven within me, and could melt with Joy. fi<?"56 P*ry n ° m«lt,'ngy«: Ie< things go farther nrlt. This Afternoon perhaps we fhall make fome advance. In the mean while, let's go dine at Locket\ and let Hope get you a Stomach. {Exeunt. SCENE, Lady Fancy fulV Houfe. T v Enter.Lady^^)^ and Madamoifelle. MadatiSeT "" ** *** ^ f° fa*«^ ta^fiS^118^tofayde trute>h™* ^nly?Jut T ,Iie,fP^ ^ ^eak^fs, 'tis the only W re he bu V°Uir e r?l v e t o d i f>e n r e n i y F a™urS on, weic he but a fine Gentleman. Well; did Men but ** know |