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Show j ,- 2 The Provoked Wife. Sir <t Oons, get you gone up Stairs, you confedc-rating Strumpet you, or I'll cuckold you with a ver, SeLaC.CB. O Lord, he'll beat us, he'll beat us. Dear, dear Mr. Conftant, fave us. [Exeunt. Sir %. I'll cuckold you, with a Pox Conft. Heav'ns! Sir John, what's the matter ? Sir J. Sure, if W o m e n had been ready created, the Devil, inftead of being kick'd down into Hell, had been marry'd. ; L Heartf. W h y , what new Plague have you found now ? Sir J. W h y thefe two Gentlewomen did but hear me fay, I expected you here this Afternoon ; upon which, they prefently refolv'd to take up the R o o m , o' purpofe to plague m e and m y Friends. Conft. W a s that all ? W h y , w e fhou'd have been glad of their Company. Sir J. Then I fhould have been weary of yours: For I can't relifh both together. They found fault with m y fmoaking Tobacco too ; and faid, M e n flunk. But I have a eood m i n d - to fay fomething. Conft. N o , nothing againft the Ladies, pray. Sir J. Split the Ladies. Come, will you fit down? Give us fome Wine, Fellow : You won't fmoak ? Conft. N o , nor drink neither at this time, I muft ask your pardon. Sir /. What this Miftrefs of yours runs in your head; I'll warrant it's fome fuch fqueamifh Minx as my Wife, that's grown fo dainty of late, m e finds fault even with a dirty Shirt. Heartf. That a W o m a n may do, and not oe very dainty neither. Sir J. Pox o'the W o m e n , let's drink. Come, you fhall take one Glafs, tho 1 fend for a Box of Lozenges to fweeten your Mouth after it. Conft. Nay, if one Glafs will fatisfy you, 111 drink without putting you to that Expence Sit The ProvoPd Wife. T <- ? Sir J. Whv that's honeft r?tl r «*. '* So, lie's to Vou, G e n T e m e n i ^ fe * # = vil. To your being both married n 5 w ' Heartf. O your moft humble Servant Sir * * sJr5 ^e!,> howcioy°ulikemy Wine?' Conft, Tis very good indeed. Heartf. 'Tis admirable. Sir J. Then give us t'other Glafs Conft. N o pray excufe us now': We'll come another time, and then w e won't fpare it. Sir J. This one Glafs, and no more. Come it M be your Miftreffes Health: And that's a g ^ t S n - plmient from me, IafTureyou. theCGlaflesAnd '"* * ^ ^^ °nS f° "* : S° §Ive us Sir J. So : let her live. Heartf. And be kind. J Conft. What's the matter ? Does it go the wron<* way ? D =» Sir J. If I had Love enough to be jealous, I fhou'd take this for an ill O m e n : For I never drank m y Wife's Health in m y Life, but I puk'd in the Glafs. Conft. O fhe's too virtuous to make a reafonable Man jealous. Sir/. Pox of her Virtue. If I cou'd but catch her Adulterating, I might be divorc'd from her by Law. Heartf. And fo pay her a yearly Penfion, to be a Mmguifh'd Cuckold. Enter Servants. Sir, There's m y Lord Raty, Colonel Bully, and fome other Gentlemen at the Blue-Pofls, defire vour Company. ' Sir J, Cod's fo we are to confult about plavin^ «ie Devil to-night * ' * heartf. Well, w e won't hinder Bufinefs. Sir J. Methinks I don't know how to leave you tho. «tt for once I muft make bold. Or look you ; may °e the Conference mayn't laft long ; So if you'll wait H 5 here |