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Show xc8 The R E L A P S E ; ^, do me the favour to falute her: And do'ft hear [afde to him,] if than haft a mind to try thy Fartune, to be reveng'd of me, I won't take it ill, ftap m y Vitals. Lov. You need not fear, Sir, I'm too fond of m y own Wife, to have the leaft Inclination to yours. [All falute Mifs. L. F. afide.] I'd give a thoufand Paund he wou'd make Love to her, that he may fee fhe has fenfe enough to prefer m e to him, tho his o w n Wife has not: [^viewing him He's a very beaftly Fellow, in m y Opinion. Mifs, afide] What a power of fine M e n there are in this London ? He that kift m e firft, is a goodly Gen-tleman, I promife you : Sure thofe Wives have a rare time on't, that live here always. Enter Sir Tun. with Muficians, Dancers, ckc. Sir Tun. C o m e ; come in, good People, come in j come tune your Fiddles, tune your Fiddles. To the Hautboys.] Bag-pipes, make ready there. Come, ftrike up. [Sings. For j Bis is Hoyden'* Wedding-day, And therefore we \eep Holy-day, And come to be merry. Ha ! there's m y Wench, I'laith : Touch and take, 311 warrant her ^ fhe'll breed like a tame Rabbit. Mifs, afide.] I Cod, I think m y Father's gotten drunk before Supper. Sir Tun. to L. and W. Gentlemen, you are welcome, [faluting A. andE.] Ladies, by your leave, Ha They bill like Turtles. Udfookers, they fet m y old Blood a-fire •, I fhall cuckold fome body before Morning. L. F. to Sir Tun. Sir, you being Mafter of the Entertainment ; will you defire the Company to fit ? SW Tun. Oons, Sir, Fm the happieft Man on this fide the Ganges. L. F. afide.] This is a mighty unaccountable old Fellow. [To Sir T.] I faid, Sir, it would be convenient to ask the Company to fit. Sir Tun. Sit , With all m y Heart: Come, take jour, places^ Ladies, take vow places. Gentlemen: - - - * Corns Virtue in Danger. l6Q Come, fit down, fit down • a p n v „ < r * your places. ?Th> Vox °j Ceremony, take 7 * LThey M «»d the Mask begins. Dialogue between Cupid and Hymen. Cupid. I# T H O U Bane to my Empire, thou Sprint ofConte/i Thou Source of all Difcor'd, t h o u P e r U d u t fc lnfirucl me, what Wretches in Bondage can fee That the Aim of their Life, is JIM pointed /0 t£ Hymen. 2. lnflrutl me, thou little impertinent God, from whence all thy Subjects have taken the Mode To grow fond of a Change, to whatever it be And Til tell thee why thofe wou'd be bound, who are Chorus. Tor Change, we're for Change, to whatever it be Wt are neither contented with Freedom, nor Thee\ Conflancfs an empty Sound Heaven, and Earth, and all go round All the Wor\s of Nature move, And the Joys of Life and Love Are in Variety. Cupid. 3, Were Love the Reward of a pains-taking Life ^ d a Husband the Art to be fond of his Wife Were Virtue fo plenty, a Wife cou'd afford' ' Thefe very hard Times, to be true to her Lord Some fpecious account might be given of thofe9 Who are tfd by the Tail, to be led by the Nofe. *#fince Yis the Fate, of a Man and his Wife LT[TC aU thflr Da^ in Co»*'»t*on and Strife , ^nc whatever the Bounty of Heaven may create her, ft!™:ally (Wk he jbaU heartily hate her, And ft, H ' mUCh wifer t0 ramhU " foil *** the Vdkys of Love on the Herd to difcharge. Hymen, |