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Show A OB ^T The Provok'd Wife Bel. At leaft in our Affairs. >em ^ fc L. B. Nay, I believe we ^ ^ thcy do and bufinefs of the State too For n u„do, and make but bad W o i * Ae ^ rf Be(. W h y then don t we^g Government as well aij*ey ._ _ ^ f om. o w n ^ u B. Becaufe we ^ . 1 ^ kt>s in and con-make us more Sport, Child. An ^^ fider of 'em. SCENE, A Drejjlng-Room. Enter Lad, Fancyfi.1, Madamoifelle, and Cornet. ' T F How do I look this Morning? rlr 'Your Laydfhip looks very ill truly. T V La d L m-natuv'd Aon art, C.ri«#, to tell \ V o A W fhou'd be true. Don't you know m e fo, m o tne ll " » , b tut too eafiyont ,bat I have Humility enougli to be b J tliJnas^- and never flatter. . * T S Your Ladyfhip fay great Juftice .meed. L. F. Nay, every thing's J * " ^ * * ™ ^ w , 7 The very Looking-g^s give hei the J ^LrS'lmeed, Matam, yourVe "pe handf«, deifaU d^Looking'-glafs in teeVorld, croyiez moy; I e But is it poffibTe m y Eyes can be fo langfflffl U out of the Room, C»»« i I can t endu. £ jfi&* Provoked Wifer** i 3 1 This Wench methinks does look fo unfufferably u°ly. Madam.^ Every ting look ugly, Matam, dat ftand by your Latifhip. L. F. N o really, Madamoifelle, methinks you look mighty pretty. Madam. Ah Matam ; de Moon have no Eclat, ven de Sun appear. L. F. O pretty ExprefTIon ! Have you ever been in Love, Madamoifelle ? Madam. Ouy, Matam. [_figb'tnZ* L. F. And were you belov'd again ? Madam. No, Matam. [fighing. L F. O ye Gods ! What an unfortunate Creature fhou'd 1 be in fuch a Cafe ! But Nature has made me nice for my own Defence : I'm nice, ftrangely nice, Madamoifelle-, I believe were the Merit of whole Mankind beftow'd upon one fingle Perfon, I fhou'd ftill think the Fellow wanted fomething to make it worth my while to take notice of him : and yet 1 cou'd love ; nay fondly love, were it poftible to have a thing made on purpofe for m e : For I'm not cruel, Madamoifelle \ I'm only nice. Madam. Ah Matam, I wifh I was fine Gentleman for your fake. I do all de ting in the World to get leetel way into your Heart. I make Song, 1 make Verfe, I give you de Serenade, I give great many Prefent to Madamoifelle; I no eat, 1 no fleep, I be lean, I be mad, 1 hang my felf, I drown my felf. Ah ma chere Dame, que je vous aimerois. [Embracing her. L. F. Well, the French have ftrange obliging ways with 'em; you may take thefe two pair of Gloves, Madamoifelle. Madam. Me humbly tanke m y fweet Lady. Enter Cornet. Cor. Madam, here's a Letter for your Ladyfhip by the Penny-poft. L. F. Some new Conqueft, I'll warrant you. For without Vanity, 1 look'd extremely clear laft Nigbt, when I went to the P*rk. O |