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Show 2.JO . ; .A ^ ,0 P. Do". I know you can din\mble well enough when you -fh'ou'd not do't. D o you remember how you us'd to plague your poor Oronces ; make him believe you ioafh'd him, when yeu rou'd have kitVcl"the ground he went on ;'• affront him-irt'Sftpuhlick Places • ridicule him iii all Company; abufe him where-ever you went: and when you had reduc'd him within an Ace of hanging or drowning, then come home with Tears in your Eyes and cry, N o w , Doris, let's go lock our felves up, and' talk of m y dear Oronces : Is not this true ? Euph. Yes, yes, yes. But, prithee, have fome Com-paftion of me. Come, I'll do any thing thou hid'ft me , What fhall I fay to this Monfter? Tell me, and I'll obey thee. Dor. Nay, then there's fome hopes of youk W h y you muft tell him 'Tis natural to you to diflike Folks at firft fight : That fince you have confi-der'd him better, you find your Averfion abated: That though perhaps ft may be a hard matter for you ever to think him a Beau, you don't defpair in time of finding out his Jc-ne-ficay-quoy, And that on t'other fide ; tho Vou have hitherto thought (as moft young W o m e n do) that nothing cou'd remove your firft Affection, yet you haye very great hopes in the natural Inconftancy of your Sex. Tell him, 'tis not impoffible, a- Change may happen, provided he gives you time: But that if he goes to force you, there's another piece of Nature peculiar to W o m a n , which may chance to fpoil all, and that's Contradiction ; Ring that Argument well in his Ears: He's a Philofopher, he knows it has weight in it In fhort, wheedle, whine, flatter, lye, weep, fpare nothing ; it's a moift Age, W o m e n have Tears enough; and when you have melted him down, and gain'd more time, we'll employ it in Clofet- debates how to cheat him to the end of the Chapter. Euph. But you don't confider, Doris, that by this means I engage m y felf to him ; and can't afterwards with Honour retreat. Dor. Madam, I know the W o r l d - * Honour's a Jeft, when Jihing's ufefoU $efides, ESOP. 2710 Befides, he that wou'd have you break your Oath With Oronces can never have the Impudence to blame you for cracking your Word with himfelf. But who-knows what may happen between the Cup and the Lip > Let either of the old Gentlemen die, and we ride triumphant Wou'd I cou'd but fee the Statefman fick a little, 1 d recommend a Doctor to him, a Coufin of mine, * M ? n .of Confcience, a wife Phyfician ; tip but the Wink, he underftands you, Euph. Thou wicked Wench, wou'dft poifon him? Dor. I don't know what I wou'd do, I think, I ftu* dy, I invent, and fomehow I will get rid of him. 1 do more for you, I'm fure, than you and your Knight- Errant do together for your felves. Euph. Alas, both he and I do all w e carp: thou know'ft we do. Dor. Nay, I know y'are willing enough to get together ; but y'are a couple of helplefs Things, Heaven knows. Euph. Our Stars, thou fee'ft, are bent to Oppofmon. Dor. Stars I'd fain fee the Stars hinder m e from running away with a Man I lik'd. Euph. Ay, but thou know'ft, fhou'd I difoblige my Father, he'd give m y Portion to m y younger Sifter. Dor. Ay, there the Shoe pinches, there's the Love of the Age ! Ah !- to what an ebb of Paftion are Lovers funk in thefe days ! Give m e a W o m a n that runs away with a Man, when his whole Eftate's packed up in his Snap-fack : That tucks up her Coats to her Knees ; and through thick and through thin, from Quarters to Camp, trudges heartily on, with a Child at her Back, another in her Arms, and a Brace in her Belly : There's Flame with a Witnefs, where this is the Effects on't. But we muft have Love in a Feather-bed; Forfooth, a Coach and fix Horfes, clean Linen, and a Cawdle ft Fie, for fhame. O ho, here comes our Man. N o w fhew your felf a W o m a n , if you are one. > 3ST 4 Ente- |