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Show <6 The R E L A P s E j or, band, .he Fortreft of her Virtue wou'd not be fo » PX' W te "uns, I'll warrant you to* common M flake of fond Wives who conclude,,h. ;, • , h.^iifr thev can refufe a M a n they don felves virtuous, became tncy >••" < like when they have got one they do. S« T True, and therefore I think 'tts a prefump.uo, thing in a W o m a n to affume the N a m e of Virtw* till /he has heartily hated her Husband, and been founi K in love with fomebody elfe. W h o m rf fhe h withftood then much good may it 4 her Wor. Well, fo much for her Virtue. Now, o* word of her Inclinations, and every one to their Pot What Opinion do you find fhe has of m e ? Ber. What you cou'd wifh \ fhe thinks you handfom! anddifcreet. *_• Wor. Good, that's thinking half Seas over. On Tide more brings us into Port. Ber. Perhaps it may, tho ftill remember, there si difficult Bar to paft. Wor. I know there is, but I don t qtieftion lib, get well over it, by the help of fuch a Pilot. Ber. You may depend upon your Pilot, fhe 11 doth; beft fhe can j fo weigh Anchor and be gone asfoonai you pleafe. Wor. I'm under Sail already. Adieu. [Exit m Ben. Bon Voyage. Sola. So, here's fine Work. What a Bufinefs have I undertaken ? I'm a very pretty Gentlewoman truly ; bui there was no avoiding it: He'd have ruin'd me, if 1 had refus'd him. Befides, Faith, I begin to fancy there mat be as much pleafure in carrying on another body's Intrigue, as one's own. This at leaft is certain, It exer-cites almoft all the entertaining Faculties of a Woman; For there's employment for Hypocrify, Invention, Deceit, Flattery, Mifchief, and Lying. Enter Amanda, her Woman following her. Worn. If you pleafe, Madam, only to fay, whether you'll have m e buy 'era or not. Amm Virtue in Danger. $7 Amand. Yes, no, go fiddle; I care not what you dj Prithee leave me. Worn. I have done. [Exit Worn. Ber. What in the N a m e of Jove's the matter with you ? Amand. The matter, Berinthia, I'm almoft mad# I'm plagu'd to death. Ber. W h o is it that plagues you ? Amand. W h o do you think fhou'd plague a Wife, but her Husband ? Ber. O ho, is it come to that ? W e fhall have you wifh your felf a Widow by and by. Amand. Wou'd I wrere any thing but what I am; a bafe ungrateful Man, after what I have done for him, to ufe m e thus ! Ber. What, he has been ogling now, I'll warrant you ? Amand. Yes, he has been ogling. Ber. And fo you are jealous ? Is that all ? Amand. That all ] Is Jealoufy then nothing? Ber. It fhou'd be nothing, if I were in your Cafe. Amand. Why, what wrou'd you do ? Ber. I'd cure m y felf. Amand. How ? Ber. Let blood in the fond Vein: Care as little for my Husband, as he did for me. Amand. That wou'd not (top his Courfe. Ber. Nor nothing elfe, when the Wind's in the warm Corner. Look you, Amanda, you may build Caftles in the Air, and fume, and fret, and grow thin and lean, and pale and ugly, if you pleafe. " But 1 tell you, no Man worth having is true to his Wife, or can be true to his Wife, or ever was, or ever will be fo. Amand. Do you then really think he's falfe to m e ? for 1 did but fufpecl: him. Ber. Think fo ! I know he's fb. Amand. Is it poflible? Pray tell m e what you know. Ber. Don't prefs m e then to name Names, for that 1 haye fworn I won't do. I> 5 Amand. |