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Show 16 The Irtconjlant: Or, Ori. And you, Sir, fhall have Harts-horn in Abundance. Adir. I'll keep as many Miftreffes as I have Coach-horfes. Ori. And I'd keep as many Gallants as you have Grooms. Mir. I'll lie with your W o m a n before your Face. Ori. Have a care of your Valet behind your Back. Mir. But, fweet Madam, there is fuch a thing as a Divorce. Ori. But, fwcet Sir, there is fuch a thing as Alimony, fo divorce on, and fpare not. (Exit. Aiir. Ay, that feparate Maintenance is the Devil • there's their Refuge o' m y Confcience, one wou'd take Cuckoldom for a meritorious Action, becaufe the W o m e n are Jo handfomly rewarded for't. (Exit. SCENE changes to a large Parlour in the fame Houfe. Enter Duretete and Petit. Dur. And fhe's mighty peevifh,. you fay ? Pet. O , Sir, fhe has a Tongue as long as m y Leg, and talks fo crabbedly, you wou'd think fhe always fpoke Welfh.. Dur. That's an odd Language, methinks, for her Philo-fophy. Pet. But fometimes fhe will fit you half a day without fpeaking a word, and talk Oracles all the while by the Wrinkles of her Forehead, and the Motions of her Eyebrow?. Dur. Nay, I fhall match her in Philofophical Ogles, faith; that's m y Talent: I can talk beft, you muft know, when I fay nothing. Pet. But d'e ever laugh, Sir ? Dur. Laugh! Won't fhe endure laughing ? Pet. W h y fhe's a Critick, Sir, fhe hates a Jeft, for fear it fhould pleafe her; and nothing keeps her in humour but what gives her the Spleen. And then for Logick, and all that, you know. • Dur. Ay, ay, I'm prcpar'd, I have been practifing hard words and no Senfe this hour to entertain her. Pet. Then place your felf behind this Screen, that you may have a view of her Behaviour before you begin, ' Par. |