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Show the Sequel of the Trip to the Jubilee. 35 ftrefs one Day, my Wife another: I found in One the variety of a Thoufand, and the very confinement of Marriage gave m e the Pleafure of Change. Lure. And fhe was very Vertuous. Wild. Look ye, Madam, you know fhe was Beautiful. She had good Nature about her Mcuth, the Smile of Beauty in her Cheeks, fparkling Wit in her Forehead, and fprightly Love in her Eyes. Lure. Pfhaw \ I knew her very well; the W o m a n was well enough. But you don't anfwer m y Queftion, Sir. Wild. So, M a d a m , as I told you before, fhe was Young and Beautiful, I was Rich and Vigorous ; m y Eftate gave a Luftre to m y Love, and a Swing to our Enjoyment; round, like the Ring that made us one, our golden Pleafures circl'd without end. Lure. Golden Pleafures 1 Golden Fiddlefticks. What d'ye tell m e of your canting Stuff ? W a s fhe Vertuous, I fay ? Wild. Ready to burft with Envy ; but I will torment thee a little. [Aftde.] So, Madam, I powder'd to pleafe her, fhe drefs'd to engage m e ; we toy'd away the Morning in amorous Nonfenfe, loll'd away the Evening in the Park, or the Pfay-houle, and all the Night. Hem! - - Lure Look ye, Sir, anfwer m y Quefron, or I fhall take it ill. Wild. Then, Madam, there was never fuch a Pattern of Unity. ^Her Wants were ftill prevented by m y Supplies; my own Heart whifper'd m e her Defires, 'caufe fhe her felf was there; no Contention ever rofe, but the dear Strife of who fhou'd moft oblige; no Noife about Authority; for neither wou'd ftoop to Command, 'caufe both thought it Glory to Obey. Lure. Stuff! fluff! fluff! - I wo'n't believe a Wt.rd on't. Wild. Ha, ha, ha. Then, Madam, we never felt the Yoa,k of Matrimony , becaufe our Inclinations made us One; a Power iuperior to the Forms of Wedlock. The Marriage- Tort h had loft its weaker Light in the bright Flame of mutual Love that ;oin'd our Hearts before; Then •- Lure. Hold, hold,Sir; I cannot bear it; Sir Harry, I'm affronted Wild. Ha, ha, ha. _ Affronted! Lure. Yes, Sir; 'tis an Affront to any W o m a n to hear another commended; and I will relent it. In fhort, Sir Harry, your Wife was a Wild. Buz, Madam. • No Detraction. • Til tell you what fhe tho' I T a wwa sa.n o•t her Sion mheurc hA iamns A,n gIe flh oiun' dhe rh aCvoen tdhuodufg,hD tet hvtahietl |