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Show ., IO The Provoked Wife. Raf. One moment brings Sunfhine. Shewing Madamoif.], 'Tis true, this is the Woman that tempted me, but this is the Serpent that tempted the W o m a n ; and if m y Prayers might be heard, her PuniuV mem for fo doing fhould be like the Serpent's of old. PtMs off Lady F's Mask.] She fhould lie upon her Face all the days of her Life. All. Lady Fancyful / Bel. Impertinent ! La. B. Ridiculous ! All. H a ! ha! ha! ha! ha ! Bel. 1 hope your Ladyfhip will give m e leave to wifh you Joy, fince you have own'd your Marriage your felf. To Heartf.] I vow 'twas ftrangely wicked in you to think of another Wife, when you had one already fo charming as her Ladyfhip. All. H a ! ha! ha! ha! ha! La. Fan. afide.] Confufion feize 'em, as it feizes me! Madamoif. Que le Diable e toute ce Maraut de Rafor. Bel. Your Ladyfhip feems diforder'd: A breeding Qualm, perhaps, Mr. Heartfree: Your Bottle of Hungary Water to your Lady. Why, Madam, he ftands as unconcern'd, as if he were your Husband in earneft. La, fan. Your Mirth's as naufeous as your felf, Belinda ; you think you triumph over a Rival now ; He-las ! ilia pauvre fille. Where'er I'm Rival, there's no Caufe for Mirth. No, m y poor Wretch, 'tis from ano-ther Principle I have afted. I knew that thing there wou'd make fo perverfe a Husband, and you fo impertinent a Wife, that left your mutual Plagues ihou'd make you both run mad, I charitably would have broke the Match. He! he! he! he ! he ! [Exit tau\hing affectedly, Madamoif.following her* Madamoif. H e ! he! he! he ! he ! All. H a ! ha! ha! ha! ha! Sir John afide.] W h y now this W o m a n will be married to fomebody too. Bel. Poor Creature ! what a Paffion fhe's in \ but I forgive her. Heartf. Since you have Co much Goodnefs for her, I hope you'll pardon m y Offence too, Madam. w The ProvoPd Wife~ tll ^ There will be no great difficulty in that fince I am guilty of an equal Fault. ' "> lince l Heartf. Then Pardons being paft on all fides, prat jet's to Church to conclude the Day's Work. 7 Conft. But before you go, let m e treat you pray with 8 Song a new-married Lady made within this Week r it may be of ufe to you both. SONG. I. W H E N yielding firft to Damon*; Flame, I funk into his Arms -, Be fwore he'd ever he the fame, Then rifted all my Charms. But fond of what^ h'ad long deftr'd, Too greedy of his Prey, My Shepherd's Flame, alas! expir'd Before the Verge of Day. II. My Innocence in Lovers Wars, Keproachyd his quick Defeat ; Confus'd, afham'd, and bath'd in Tears, I mourn d his cold Retreat. At length, Ah Shepherdefs / cry9d he9 Wou'd you my Fire renew, Alas, you muft retreat like me, I'm loft if you purfue. Heartf. So, Madam ; now had the Parfon but done his Bufinefs Bel. You'd be half weary of your Bargain. Heartf, No, fure, I might difpenfe with one night'* Lodging. Bel. I'm ready to try, Sir. Heart. Then let's to Church .• And if it be our Chance to difagree. &/. Take heed the furly Husband's Fate you fee. E S 0 P. |