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Show 18 8 The Provoked Wife. Conft, 'Tis impoffible: H e that has Power over you, can have none over himfelf. [As he is forcing her into the Arbour, Lady Fancy. ful and Madamoifelle bolt out upon them, and run over the Stage.] La. B. hh-, I'm loft. La. Fan. Fe, fe, fe, fe, fe. Madam. Fe, fe, fe fe, fe. Conft. Death and Furies, w h o are thefe ? La. B. O Heavens! I'm out of m y Wits ; if they knew me, I a m ruin'd. Conft. Don't be frightned j Ten thoufand to One they are Strangers to you. La. B. Whatever they arc, I won't ftay here a moment longer. Conft. Vhither will you go ? La. B. Home, as if the Devil were in me. Lord, Where's this Belinda n o w ? Enter Belinda and Heartfree. O ! it's well you are come : I'm fo frightned my Hair ftands an end. Let's be gone, for Heaven's fake. Bel. Lord, what's the matter? La. B. The Devil's the Matter, w e are difcovered. Here's a couple of W o m e n have done the moft impertinent thing. Away, away, away, away, away. [Exit running. Re-enter Lady Fancyful and Madamoifelle. La. Fan. Well Madamoifelle, 'tis a prodigious thing, how W o m e n can fuffer filthy Fellows to grow (o familiar with 'em. Madam. Ah Matam, il n'y a rien defi Naturel. La. Fan. Fe, fe, fe. But oh m y Heart! O Jealou-fy ! O Torture ! I'm upon the rack. What fhall I do? M y Lover's loft, I ne'er fhall fee him mine. Paufing ] But I may be reveng'd ; and that's the fame thing. Ah fweet Revenge! Thou welcome Thought, thou healing Balfam to m y wounded Soul. Be but propitious on this one Occafion, I'll place my Heaven in thee, for all m y Life to come. To TbeProvok'dWifeT^ 189 T o W o m a n how indulgent Nature's kind - N o Blaft of Fortune long difturbs her Mind; Compliance to her Fate fupports her ftill •" If Love won't make her happy _ Mifchief will. [Bxeunt. AC T V. SCENE, Lady Fancyfiifr Houfe.. Enter Lady Fancyful and Madamoifelle. La. Tan. \ X 7 E L L , Madamoifelle ; did you dog \ V the filthy Things f Madam. O que ouy, Matam. La. Fan. And where are they ? Madam. Au Logis. La. Fan. What, Men and all ? Madam. Tous enfemble. La. Fan. O Confidence ! What, carry their fellows to their o w n Houfe ? Madam. C'eft que le Mar n'y eft pas. La. Fan. N o , fo I believe, truly. But he fhall be there, and quickly too, if I can find him our. Well, 'tis a prodigious thing, to fee when Men and Women get together, how they fortify one another in their Impudence. But if that drunken Fool, her Huf-band, be to be found in e'er a Tavern in Town, I'll fend him amongft 'em : I'll fpoil their Sport. Madam. En verite, Matam, ce feroit domage. La. Fan. 'Tis in vain to oppofe it, Madamoifelle ; therefore never go about it. For I a m the fteddieft Creature in the W o r l d - - when I have determin'd to do Mifchief. So, C o m e along. [Exeunt. SCENE, |