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Show 64. The R E L A P S E ; or, 10**0. n;a8Mft©®^E?£H&®8 A C T IV. S C E N E I. Enter Mifs Hoyden, ^ Nurfe. Nurfi. X X 7 E L L Mifs, how do you like your Huf W band that is to be? Mifs. O Lord, Nurfe, I'm fo overjoy'd, 1 can fcarce contain m y felf. Nurfe. O but you muft have a care of being toe fond, for Men now a-days hate a W o m a n that love 'em. Mifs. Love him! Why do you think I love him Nurfe ? 1 Cod I wou'd not care if he were hang'd, ft 1 were but once married to him*. N o - that whici pleafesme, is to think what work I'll make when IK to London; for when I am a Wife and a Lady both Nurfe, I Cod I'll flam it with the beft of'em. Nurfe. Look, look, if his Honour be not a comin; again to you; now if I were fure you wou'd bete your felf handfomely, and not difgrace m e that hai brought you up, I'd leave you alone together. Mifs. That's m y beft Nurfe, do as you wou'd k done by ; truft us together this once, and if 1 doc m e w my Breeding from the Head to the Foot of nit may I be twice married, and die a Maid. Nurfe. Well this once I'll venture you; but iff difparage m e Mifs. Never fear, I'll fhew him m y Parts, I'll warns Him. [Exit $4 Sola. Thefe Old W o m e n are fo wife when they get a poe Girl in their Clutches; but e'er it be long, I fhall knot what's what, as well as the beft of 'em. Enter Young Fafhion. T. F. Your Servant, Madam, I'm glad to find y« alone, for I haye fomething of Importance to fpeaij you about. Ml Virtue in Danger. 65 Mifs. Sir, (my Lord, I meant) you may fpeak to m e about what you pleafe, I fhall give you a civil Anfwer. Y. F. You give m e fo obliging a one, it encourages m e to tell you in few Words, what I think both for your Intereft and mine. Your Father, I fuppofe you know, has refolv'd to make m e happy in being your Husband, and I hope I may depend upon your Confent, to perform what he defires. Mifs. Sir, I never difobey m y Father in any thing but eating of green Goosberries. T. F. So good a Daughter muft needs be an admirable Wife ; I a m therefore impatient till you are mine, and hope you will fo far confider the Violence of m y Love, that you won't have the Cruelty to defer m y Happinefs, fo long as your Father deflgns it. Mifs. Pray, m y Lord, how long is that ? Y. F. Madam, a thoufand Year a whole Week. Mifs. A W e e k - - why I fhall be an old W o m an by that time. T. F. And I an old Man, which you'll find a greater Misfortune than t'other. Mifs. W h y I thought it was to be to-morrow Morning, as foon as I was up ; I'm fure Nurfe told m e fo. Y. F. And it fhall be to-morrow Morning ftill if you'll confent. ' Mifs. If I'll confent! W h y I thought I was to obey you as m y Husband. J T. F. That's when w e are married ; till then, I a m ta obey you. A*//}. W h y then if w e are to take it by turns, it's the lame thing ; I'll obey you now, and when w e are married, you {hall obey me. Y. F. With all m y heart, but I doubt we muft get Hurfe on our fide, or we fhall hardly prevail with the Chaplain. Mifs. N o more we fhan't indeed, for he loves her better than he loves his Pulpit, and wou'd always be a preaching to her by his good Will. 3 |