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Show 150 The Provoked Wife. A C.T III. SCENE opens. Sir John, Lady Brute, a ^Belinda rijing from the Table. Sir ^. TJ ERE; take awav the things; I expert O Company. 'But firft bring m e a Pipe; I'll fmoak. [To a Servant. La. J5. Lord, Sir f-ohn, I wonder you won't leave that nafty Cuftom. Sir jf. Prithee don't be impertinent. Bel. to Lady B. 1 wonder who thofe are he experts this Afternoon ? La. B. I'd give the World to know: Perhaps 'tis Conftant, he comes here fometimes; if it does prove him, I'm refolved I'll fhare the Vifit. Bel. We'll Tend for our W o r k and fit here. La. B. He'll choak us with his Tobacco. Bel. Nothing will choak us when we are doing what we have a mind to. Lovewell ! Enter Lovewell. Lov. Madam. # La. B. Here; bring m y Coufin's W o r k and mine hither, f/itf/f Lovew. and re-enters with their Work, Sir J. W h u , Pox, can't you work fomewhere elfe? La. B. W e fhall be careful not to difturb you, Sir. Bel. Your Pipe will make you too thoughtful, Uncle, if vou were left alone ; our Prittle-prattle will cure your Spleen. . ... ^ir ? Will it fo, Mrs. Pert? N o w I believe it will fo increafe it, [Sitting andfinoahn^ I (hall take m y o w n Houfe for a Paper-mill. La. B. to Bel. afide.'] Don't let's mind him ; let him fay what he will. The ProvoPd Wife. i 51 Sir J. A Roman's Tongue a Cure for the Spleen Oons. .afide.] If a Man had o0t the Head-ac! they'd be for applying die fame Remedy. ' ' La. B. You have done a great deal, Belinda, fince yefterday. Bel. Yes, I have work'd very hard; how do you like it ? * La. B. O, 'tis the prettied Fringe in the World. Well, Coufin, you have the happicft Fancy. Prithee advife m e about altering m y Crimfon Petticoat w r ?' f j 0 * ^ ? 0 " Petticoat 5 here's fuch a Prating, a Man can t digeft his o w n Thoughts for you. La. B. Don't anfwer him. f Afide Well, what do you advife m e ? Bel. W h y really I would not alter it at all. Methinks 'tis very pretty as it is. La. B. Ay, that's true: But you know one grows weary of the prettieft things in the World, when one has had 'em long. Sir f. Yes, I have taught her that. Bel. Shall w e provoke him a little ? La. B. With all m y heart. Belinda, Don't you long to be marry'd ? Bel. Why, there are fome things in it I could like well enough. La. B. What do you think you fhou'd diflike ? Bel. M y Husband, a hundred to one elfe. La. B. O ye wicked Wretch ! Sure you don't fpeak as you think. Bel. Yes, I do: efpecially if he fmoak'd Tobacco. [He looks eamefily at 'em. La. B. W h y that many times takes off worfe Smells. Bel. Then he muft fmeli very ill indeed. La. B. So fome Men will, to ke?p their Wives from coming near 'em. Bel. Then thofe Wives fhould cucko'd 'em at a d-T-tance. [He rifes in a fury, throws his Pipe at 'em, and drives em out. As they run off, Conftant and Heartfree enter. Lady Brute runs again ft Conftant. H 4 Sir |