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Show 1?2 The Provok'd Wife. Sir John. Is there? Then let his Ghoft be fatisfy'd, for I'll facrifice a Conftable to it prefently, and bum his Body up°n his wooden Chair. £»*?r 4 T^y/or, ™*>£ * B*»^» under his Arm. Bully. H o w n o w ; what have w e got here ? a Thief. Taylor. N o , an't pleafe you, I'm no Thief Ld R. That we'll fee prefently : Here \ let the Gene ral examine him. # Sir 3 ^ » - Ay> ay> let m e gamine him, and 111 lay a hundred Pound I find him guilty in fpite pr his Teeth ^_fbr he looks- like a--fneaking Rafcal. Come, Sirrah, without Equivocation or mental Re-fervation, tell m e of what Opinion you are, and what Calling ; for by them 1 fhall guefs at your Morals. Tayl. An't pleafe you, I'm a DilTenting Journyman Taylor. * V ', Sir John. Then, Sirrah, you love Lying by your Re-lioion, and Theft by your Trade : And fo, that your Punifhment may be fuitable to your Crimes I'll have you firft sagg'd a^l then hang'd. f Tayl. ^Pray, good worthy Gentlemen, don t abufe me ; indeed I'm anhoneft Man, and a good Workman, tho I fay it, that fhou'd not fay it. Sir John. N o words, Sirrah, but attend your Fate. Ld R. Let m e fee what's in that Bundle. Tayl. An't pleafe you, it is the D o d o r of the Patilhs Gown. ., Ld R. The Doftor's G o w n ! Hark you, Knight, vou won't flick at abufing the Clergy, will you ? Sir John. No, I'm drunk, and I'll abufe any thing . but m y Wife h and her I name with Reverence. Ld R. Then you fhall wear this Gown, whilft you • charge the Watch : That tho the Blows fall upon you, the Scandal may light upon the Church. Sir John. A generous Defign by all the Gods-- oive it m e . [Takes the Gown, and puts it •* D Tayl Odear Gentlemen, I fhall be quite undone," you take the G o w n . tf Sir John. Retire, Sirrah ; and fince you carry oft your Skin, go home, and be happy. ^ The Provok'd Wifc , 7 * Tayl. [paufing.] I think l h d ' / > the Gentleman's friendly Advice • fo? ?f FAT f o l l °W longer who knows but the Whin' m ay tak ft c?| me? Thefe Courtiers are fuller of Tricks than thev "re of Money 5 they 11 fooner cut a Man's Throat, d ? 3 'Sir John So, how d'ye like my Shapes £fi ^^ U R . This will do to a Miracle; he looks like a Bi. bop going to the Holy War. But to your Arms, Gen-tlemen, the Enemy appears. Enter Conftable and Watch. Watchm. Stand! W h o goes there ? C o m e before the Conftable. i.&.SS?**a Rafcal-Md >-°u aie toA,,». A good civil Anfwer for a Parfon, truly i Conft.Methinks, Sir, a M a n of your Coat might' fet abetter Example. f. & & # * * Sirrah, I'll make you k n o w there are Men of m y Coat can fet as bad Examples as you can do, you D o g you. [Sir John ftrikes the Conftable. They knock him down, difarm htm, and feiire him. Lord R. wc. run away.] Conft, So, w e have fecur'd the Parfon however. to John. Blood, and Blood and Blood. Watchm. Lord have mercy upon us! H o w the wicked Wretch raves of Blood. I'll warrant he has been mur- «nng fome body to-night. to John. Sirrah, there's nothing got by Murder but a ^ter: M y Talent lies towards Drunkennefs and Si-mony. H f t m \ ? ^ h y that n o w was fpoke like a M a n of ^Neighbours; it's pity he fhou'd be fodifguis'd. & fe£u Iye-,rm not difsu,vd»f°r i am Parl?^; Look y ° u lhere aSa»n This is a m ad n<*d, he s a good Preacher. r I 3 Conftable. |