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Show M or. 1C6 The RELAPSE; or, r m A f I had known that in time, I don't ft. Why, in good truly, as a body may fay, he ,#S bMifs Whit do you think now he puts me in mind nF? Don't vou remember a long, loofe, Gambling fort'of a Horfe m y Father call'd Wafhy? Nurfe. As like as two Twin-Brothers. Wjf. I Cod, I have thought fo a hundred times; Faith I'm tired of him. N«r/«. Indeed, Madam, I think you had e en as good (land to your firft Bargain. . Afi/} O but, Nurfe, w e han't confider d the main thin- vet. If I leave m y Lord, I muft leave my Lady too V and. when I rattle about the Streets in m y Coach, they'll only fay, there goes Miftrefs Miftrefs- Miftrefs what? What's this Man's Name, I have mar-ried, Nurfe ? Nurfe. 'Squire Fafhion. # Mifs. 'Squire Fafluon is it? . Well, Squire, thats better than nothing : D o you think one cou'd not get him made a Knight, Nurfe ? Nurfe. I don't know but one might, Madam, when the Kina's in a <?ood Humour. Mifs. I Cod, that wou'd do rarely. For then hed be as good a M a n as m y Father, you know Nurfe. By'rlady,and that's as good as the beftot em, MM So 'tis Fa th : for then 1 fhall be m y Lady, ad y o u T t d y ^ a t every word, that's all I have to, « for Ha Nurfe, but hark you me, one thing moie, an h n I h m done I'm afrid, if I change my Hus an again, 1 fhan't have fo much Money to throw ab«* Nurfe, Virtue in Danger^1^^ 107 Nurfe* O , enough's as good as a Feaft ; Befidc*, Madam, one don t know, but as much may fall to you* fhare with the younger Brother, as with the eider- For tho thefe Lords have a power of Wealth indeed \ yet, as 1 have heard fay, they give it to all their Sluts and their Trulls, w h o joggle it about, in their Coaches, with a Murrain to 'em, whilft poor Madam fits fighin* and wifhing, and knotting and crying, and has not a fpare Half Crown, to buy her a Practice of Piety Mifs. O, but for that, don't deceive your felf, *Nurfe. For this I muft (/napping her Fingers) fay for m y Lord, anda~ for him ; He's as free as'an open Houfe at Chriftmas. For this very Morning he told me, I Ihou'd have two hundred a Year to buy Pins. N ow Nurfe, if he gives m e two hundred a Year to buy Pins, what do you think he'll give m e to buy fine Petticoats ? Nurfe. Ah, m y Deareft, he deceives thee faully, and he's no better than a Rogue for his pains. Thefe Londoners have got a Gibberidge with 'em, would tonfound a Gypfey. That which they call Pin-money, is to buy their Wives every thing in the varfal World, down to their very Shoe-tyes : Nay, I have heard Folks fay, That fome Ladies, if they will have Gallants, as they call 'em, are fore'd to find them out of their Pin-money tod. Mifs. Has he ferv'd m e fo, fay ye ? Then I'll be his Wife no longer, fo that's fixt. Look, here he comes, with all the fine Folks at's heels. 1 Cod, Nurfe, thefe London Ladies will laugh till they crack again, to fee me flip m y Collar, and run away from my Husband. But d'ye hear ? Pray take care of one thing'; When the Bufinefs comes to break out, be fure you get between m e and m y Father, for you know his Tricks j he'll knock m e down. Nurfe. I'll mind him, ne'er fear, Madam. Enter Lord Foppington, Lovelefs, Worthy, Amanda, and Berinthia. I. F. Ladies and Gentlemen, you are all welcome. [To Lov.] Lovelefs, That's m y Wife ; prithee do |