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Show •Hfl , 8 2 ThePtovoVd Wife. worn for want of better Clothes. They are the very Shape and Size of Belinda and her Aunt. Madam. So day be inteed Matam. La. Fan. We'll flip into this clofe Arbor, where we may hear all they fay. [Exeunt Lady^ Fancyful and Madamoifelle, La. B What are you afraid of us, Gentlemen ? Heartf. W h y truly, I think w e may, if Appearance don't lye. Bel. D o you always find W o m e n what they appear to be, Sir. Heartf. N o , forfooth • but I feldom find 'em better than they appear to be. Bel. Then the Outfide's beft, you think ? Heartf. 'Tis the honefteft. Conft. Have a care, Heartfree ; you are relapfing again. La. B. W h y , does the Gentleman ufe to rail at Women? Conft. H e has done formerly. Bel. I fuppofe he had very good Caufe for't. They did not ufe you fo well, as you thought youde-ferv'd, Sir. La. B. They made themfelvcs merry at your Expence, Sir. Bel. Laugh'd when you figh'd. La. B. Slept while you were waking. Bel. Had your Porter beat. La. JB. And threw your Billet-doux in the Fire. Heartf. Hey day, I fhall do more than rail prefently. Bel. W h y , you won't beat us, will you? Heartf. 1 don't know but I may. Conft. What the Deui's coming here ? Sir John in a G o w n ?-• And drunk l'faiih. | Enter Sir Jo a. Sir J. What a Pox here's Conftant, Heart-free and two Whores I gad, O you cove- • A The Provoked Wife. 183 tous Rogues \ what, have you never a fpare Punk for your Friend" * But I'll fhare with you. r «ru u i. SH$ fi!K" both the W°rnen. Heartf. W h y , what the Plague have you been doin<r Knight ? D' Sir J. W h y , I have been beating the Watch, and fcandalizing the Clergy. Heartf. A very good Account, truly. Sir J. And what do you think I'll do next ? Conft. Nay, that no Man can guefs, Sir J. W h y , if you'll let m e fup with you, I'll treat both your Strumpets. La. B. afide.] O Lord, we are undone ! Heartf. N o , we can't fup together, becaufe we have fome Affairs elfewhcre. But if you'll accept of thefe two Ladies, we'll be fo complaifant to you, to refign our Right in 'em. Bel. afide.] Lord, what fhall w e do ? Sir J. Let me fee, their Clothes are fuch damn'd Clothes, they wTon't pawn for the Reckoning. Heartf, Sir John, your Servant. Rapture attend you. Conft. Adieu Ladies, make much of the Gentleman. La. B. W h y fure you won't leave us in the hands of a drunken Fellow to abufe us. Sir J. W h o do you call a drunken Fellow, you Slut you ? I'm a M a n of Quality •, the King has made m e a Knight. [Heartf. runs off. Heartf. Ay, ay, you are in good hands; Adieu, Adieu. La. B. The Devil's hands: Let m e go, or I'll For Heaven's fake protect us. [She breaks from him, runs to Conftant, twitching off her Mai\, and clapping it on again. Sir J. I'll Devil you, you Jade you. I'll demolifh your ugly Face. Conft, Hold a little, Knight, fhe fwoons. Sir J, 1*11 fwoon her. Conft. Hey, Heartfree, Re* |
