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Show r M 202 Tf}e Provo^^ W>fe' Heartf. W h y I fay, it's worfe than the Difeafe. S . Here's a Fellow for you : There s Beamy and Money on her Side, and Love up to the Ears on his; andX/7TAnd y«, I think, I may reafonably be al-lovv'd to boggle at marrying the Niece, m the very Moment that ~ou are debauching the Aunt. c.ond W h y truly, there may be fomething in that. But have not you a good Opinion enough of your O M Ta ,s, to believe you cou'd keep a Wife to your felf > Heartf. 1 fhou'd have, if I had a good Opinion e-nough of hers, to believe fhe cou'd do as much by me. Tor w do 'em right, after all, the Wife feldom rambles, till the Husband thews her the way. Conft 'Tis true ; a M a n of real Worth, fcarce ever 3s a Cuckold, but by his o w n Fault. Women are not naturally lewd, there muft be fomething to urge em to it. They'll cuckold a Churl, out of Revenge; a Fool, becaufe they defpife him; a Beaft becaufe theyta fcim. But when they make bold with a Man they once had a well-grounded Value for, 'tis becaufe they firft fee themfelves negleaed by him. H J N „ , Were 1 well affur'd, that I fhou'd never .row Sh S 1 "e'er fhou'd fear BelmdJi play my lady. But our Weaknefs, thou know'ft, my Friend, Confifts in that very Change, w e fo impudently throw uoon ("indeedi a fteddier and more generous Sex. ?Corf Why Faith w e are a little impudent ,n . J ? « ihatVth. truth on't. But this is wonder», » fe. you grown fo warm an Advocate for thofe (hi t'other day) yon took fo much pains to abufe. Tar if. Al Revolutions run into Extremes the B, * J £ l boldeft Atheift; «i*y2*fifijt and Curfing, that is fet before me. Shall I marry- Armv ooine to engage. Love s the forlornLB^, K ifftM cut off? the Marriage-Knot » d * » J TAe? Provoked Wtfe^^ 2 z j Body, which may ftand buff a long long time ^ and Repentance is the ^ear-Guard, which rarely gives ground, as long as the main Battel has a Being. Heartf. Conclufion then \ you advife me to whore on, as you do. Conft. That's not concluded yet. Por tho Marriage be a Lottery, in which there are a wondrous many Blanks; yet there is one ineftimable Lot, in which the only Heaven on Earth is written. Wou'd your kind Pate but guide your Hand to that, though I were wrapt in all that Luxury it felf could clothe m e with, 1 ftill Ihou'd envy you. Heartf. And juftly too : Tor to be capable of loving one doubtlefs is better than to poftefs a Thoufand. But how far that Capacity's in me, alas, 1 know not. Conft. But you wou'd know ? Heartf. I wou'd fo. Conftant. Matrimony will inform you. Come one Plight of Refolution carries you to the Land of Experience t where, in a very moderate time, you'll know the Capacity of your Soul and your body both, or I'm miftaken. [Exeunt. SCENE, Sir John BruteV Houfe. Enter Lady Brute and Belinda. Bel. Well, Madam, what Anfwer have you from > ? ' La. B. That they'll be here this Moment. I fancy 'twill end in a Wedding : I'm fure he's a Fool if it don t. Ten thoufand Pound, and fuch a Lafs as you are, is no contemptible Offer to a younger Brother. But are not you under ft range Agitations ? Prithee how does your Pulfe beat ? , , , •*•»-». Bel. High and low, I have much a-do to be jaliant. fure it muft feel very ftrange to go to bedtoaMaa La. B. Urn - - it does feel a little odd at firft, but it will foon grow cafy to you, Enter |