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Show A • m ^ The Provoked Wtfe. \ a Well who knows what Time may do? Hettf. And juft now, he was fure Time could do no- *8#. Yet not one kind Glance in two Years, is feme- W H,S§Notftrangeat all, fhe don't like you, that's all^USe don't diftraa me. fheS ufe you better : Come, wi 1 you go fee her ? Perhapf (he may have chang'd her Mind 5 there's fome Hopes as long as fhe's a W o m a n. Cond O, 'tis in vain to vifit her : Sometimes to get afiohtof her, I vifit that Beaft her Husband, but (lie certainly finds fome Pretence to quit the R o o m as foon ^ lHeTtf. It's much fhe don't tell him you have made Love to her too, for that's another good-naturd thing ufual amongft W o m e n , in which1 they have feveral En s, Sometimes 'tis to recommend their Virtue, that they mav be lewd with the greater Security. Sometimes 'tis to make their Husbands; fight m hopes thev mav be kill'd when their Affairs require it fhould be fo? but moft commonly 'tis to engage two Men in a Quarrel that they may have the Credit of being fought ^ a n d if the Lover's kill'd in the Bufinefs they cry, Poor Fellow, he had ill Luck and fo they go to Q*cl'n(l Thy Injuries to Women are not to be forgiven, Lookto't, if ever thou doft fall into their hands- Heartf. They can't ufe m e worfe than they do you, that fpeak well of 'em. O h o ! here comes the Knight. Enter Sir John Brute. Heartf. Your humble Servant, Sir John. Sir John, Servant, Sir. Heartf. H o w does all your Family < Sir John. Poxo' m y Famil)! , . Conft. H o w does your Lady? I han't feen hd abu* a good while. sit The Provoked Wife^ 14 j Six John. D o ! I don't know how fhe does, not I ; fhe was well enough yefterday; I han't been at home to-night. Conft. What, were you out of T o w n ? Sir John. Out of T o w n ! no, I was drinking. Conft. You are a u-ue Engliftwan; don't know your own Happinefs. If I were married to fuch a W o m a n , I would not be from her a Night for all the Wine in France, I Sir John. Not from her ! , O o n s _ » . w h a t a time mould a Man have of that! Heartf. Why, there's no Divifion, I hope. Sir John. N o ; but there's a Conjunction, and that's worfe; a Pox of the Parfon- W h y the Plague don't you two marry ? I fancy I look like the Devil to you. Heartf. W h y , you don't think you have Horns, do you? Sir John. N o , I believe m y Wife's Religion will keep her honeft. Heartf. And what will make her keep her Religion ? Sir John. Perfecution ; and therefore fhe fhall have it. Heartf. Have a care, Knight, W o m e n are tender things. Sir John. And yet, methinks, 'tis a hard matter to break their Hearts. Conft. Fy, fy ; you have one of the beft Wives in the World, and yet you feem the moft uneafy Husband. Sit John. Beft Wives! the Woman's well enough, fhe has no Vice that I know of, but fhe's a Wife, and --damn a Wife *. if I were married to a Hoofhead of Claret, Matrimony would make m e hate it. Heartf. W h y did you marry then ? you were old e-nough to know your o w n Mind. Sir John. W h y did I marry ? I married becaufe I had 3 mind to lie with her, and fhe would not let m e. Heartf. W h y did you not ravifh her ? Sir John, Yes, and fo have hedg'd m y felf into forty Quarrels with her Relations, befides buying m y Pardon : But more than all that, you muft know, I was afraid of tt'nS damn'd in thofe days j for 1 kept fncaking cowardly |
