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Show 166 The Provoked Wife. page. I'll bring your Lordfhip an exaft account. [Exit Pay, Ld R. N o w let the Spirit of Clary go round. Till m e a Brimmer. Here's to our Forlorn Hope. Courage, Knight ; Victory attends you. Sir John. And Laurels fhall crown m e ; drink away, and be damn'd. Ld R. Again, Boys; t'other Glafs, and damn Mora-lity. Sir John, [drunk,] Ay damn Morality-. and damn the Watch. And let the Conftable be mar-ried. All. Huzza! Re-enter Page. Ld R. H o w are the Streets inhabited, Sirrah ? Page. M y Lord, it's Sunday-night, they are full of drunken Citizens. Ld R. Along then, Boys, w e fhall have a Feaft. Col. B. Along, noble Knight. Sir John. Ay- along Bully ; and he that fays Sir John Brute is not as drunk and as religious as the drim-kenneft Citizen of them all 'is a Lyar, and the Son of a Whore. Col. B. W h y , that was bravely fpoke, and like a free-born Englishman, Sir John. What's that to you, Sir, whether I am an Englifliman or a Frenchman ? Col. B. Zoons, you are not angry, Sir ? Sir John. Zoons, I a m angry, Sir •for if I'm a - ^ - - - * t-> J •> free-born Englift)man, what have you to do, even to talk of my Privileges ? LdR. Why, prithee, Knight, don't quarrel here, leave private Animofities to be decided by Day-light, let the Night be employ'd againft the publick Enemy. *Sir John. My Lord, I refped you becaufe you are a Man of Quality: But I'll make that Fellow know, I am Within a Hair's-breadth as abfolute by m y Privileges, as the King of France Is by his Prerogative. He by m Prerogative takes Money where it is not his due -, I ty my The ProvoPd wW^T _, my Privilege refufe paying it where T J n # . °' and Property, and oil ^ L ^ S u z z a T * L,'bmy [Ex, Sir John reeling, all following him. All. Huzza ! SCENE, A Bed-Chamber. Enter Lady Brute and Belinda. La. JS. Sure it's late, Belinda • T U - L n Bel. Yes, 'tis near Tweh e V fe Z to lit U.B. To Bed, my Dear? And U L8 • d ? fallen into a fweet Sleep for n e Z " V "n,e l a M which iS better and betfeO V ^ f » •/"*" D , e a m>' roaring drunk, and be oyer ov'd he finH ""^ h ° m e tion to be difturb'd. m hi finds m e ,n a Condi- BtUO you need not fear him, he's in for ,11 niah* TneServants fay he „ gone to drink with m y Loid R% ' U B. Nay us not very likely, indeed, fuch funTbTe Company fhould part prefently. What Hogs Men urn lilmita, when they grow weary of W o m e n ? v ' J * And what Owls they are, whilft they'are fond of La.B. But that we may forgive well enou-h becaufe tliey are fo upon our accounts. ° ' Decaule Bel. W e ought to do fo indeed, but 'tis a harJ m » . ALK itLr^V^"enou3h ^ <° &'• Ay, I'm pleas'd he fhou'd look like an Afs KVI ~ h a t ,s, I'm pleas'd with m y felf for maktngfi vamage. P h * Paffi°"> -tvvou d be mo'^ » his ad- Bel |