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Show 5 2 The Conftant Couple. Mother's Chaftity, that you offer not the leaft Offence. . Already you have wrong'd m e part Redrefs. Wild. Thou art the moft unaccountable Creature. Ang. What Madnefs, Sir Harry i what wild Dream of Joofe Defire cou'd prompt you to attempt thisBafenefs? View me well. The Brightnefs of m y Mind, methinks, fhould lighten outwards, and let you fee your Miftake in m y Behaviour. I think it (nines with fo much Innocence in m y Face, that it fhou'd da/zle alt your vicious Thoughts : Think not I am defencelefs 'caufe alone. Your very felf is guard a-gainft your felf: I'm fure, there's fomething generous in your Soul; m y Words fhall fearch it out, and Eyes fhall fire it for m y own Defence. Wild. (Mimicking,) Talltidum, tidum, talltididi, didum. A Million to one now, but this Girl is juft come flufh from reading the Rival Queens. 1 gad, I'll at her in her own cant. O my Statyra, O my Angry Dear, turn thy Eyes on me, behold thy Beau in Buskins. Ang. Behold me, Sir; view m e with a fober Thought, free from thofe Fumes of W i n e that throw a Mift before your Sight, and you fhall find that every Glance from m y reproaching Eyes, is arm'd with fharp Refentment, and with a vertuous Pride that looks Difhonour dead. Wild. This is the firft Whore in Heroicks that I have met with ; [Afide.] look ye, Madam, as to that flender particular of your Vertue, we fha'n't quarrel about it; you may be as Vertuous as any W o m a n in England, if you pleafe; you may lay your Pray'rs all the time: But pray, Madam, be pleas'd to confider what is this fame Vertue that you make fuch a mighty Noife about: Can your Vertue befpeak you a Front R o w in the Boxes ? No; for the Players can't live upon Vertue. Can your Vertue keep you a Coach and Six ? No, no; your Vertuous W o m e n walk a foot. Can your Vertue ' hire you a Pue in a Church ? W h y , the very Sexton will tell vou, No. Can your Vertue flake for you at Picquet? No: lhen, what bufinefs has a W o m a n with Vertue ? Come, come, Madam, I offer'd you fifty Guineas, there's a hundred The Devil! Vertuous ftill! Why,'tis a hundred, nve fcore, a hundred Guineas Ang. O Indignation! Were I a M a n , you durft not ufe me thus; but the mean, poor Abufe you throw on me, reflects upon your felf; our Sex ftill (tnkes an awe upon the Brave, "iml.v iA^fwfraorntd!s Sd'adreeat ahf,f Mroantd aa mW,o am ahunn.d red Guineas wiflelt |