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Show ag ^ C O N F E D E R A CY em, her I I'm miftaken. Han't I loft the Letter I'm to giV€ No, here 'tis; fo, now we fhall fee how pure Nature will work with her, for Art fhe knows none yet, . Enter Cormna. Cor. What does my Mother-in-Law want with me, Wlippanta * They tell me, fhe was asking for me. -Flip. She's juft gone out, fo I fuppofe 'twas no great Cor. Then 111 go into my Chamber again. Flip. Nay, hold a little if you pleafe. I have fome Bufinefs with you m y fdf, of more Concern than what fhe had to fay to you. Cor. Make hafte then, for you know m y Father won't let m e keep you Company ; he fays, you 11 fpoil me. Flip. I fpoil you! He's an unworthy Man to give you fuch ill Impreffions of a W o m a n of m y Honour. Cor. Nay, never take it to heart, Flippanta, fori don't believe a word he fays. But he does fo plague me with his continual Scolding, I'm almoft weary of my life. Flip. Why, what is't he finds fault with ? Cor. Nay, I don't know, for I never mind him* when he has babbled for two Hours together, methinks I have heard a Mill going, that's all. It does not at all change my Opinion, Flippanta, it only makes mj Head ache. Flip. Nay, if you can bear k fo, you are not to be pity'd fo much as I thought. Cor. Not pity'd! W h y is it not a miferable thing, fiich a young Creature as I am fhou'd be kept in perpetual Solitude, with no other Company but a parcel d old fumbling Mafters, to teach m e Geography, Arith-metick, Phrlofophy, and a thoufand ufelefe Things? Fine Entertainment, indeed, for a young Maid at fixteen! methinks one's time might be better--employ'd. Flip. Thofe things will improve your Wit. Cor. Fiddle, faddle ; han't I,Wit enough already? My Mother-in-Law has learn'd none of this Trumpery, and is not (lie as happv as the Day is long ? The C O N F E D E R A C Y . 2$ Flip. Then you envy her, I find ? Cor. And well I may. Does fhe not do what fhe has a mind to, in fpfre of her Husband's Teeth ? Flip. Look you'there now. [Afide.] If fhe has not already conceiv'd that, as the fupreme Bleffina of Life. ° Cor. I'll tell you what, Flippanta; If my Mother-in- Law wou'd but ftand by m e a little, and encourage me, and let m e keep her Company, I'd rebel againft my Father to-morrow, and throw all m y Books in the Fire. Why, he can't touch a Groat of m y Portion ; do you know that, Flippanta ? Flip. S o _ I fhall fpoil her [afide.1 Bray Ut» ven the; Girl don't debauch me. ; Cor. Look you: In Ihort, he may think what he pleafes, he may think himfelf wife; but Thoughts are tree, and I may think in m y turn. I'm but a GirJ 'tis true, and a Fool too, if you believe him; but let 'him know, a foolifh Girl may make a wife Man's Heart ache- To he had as good be quiet , N o w it's out * Mip.t Very well, I love to fee a young W o m a n have Spirit, it s a fign fhe'll come to fomething. Cor,.Ah, Flippanta, if you wou'd but" encourage me, youd find m e quite another thing. I'm a devilifh Girl m the bottom; I wilh you'd but let m e make one a-mongft you. j Flip. That never can be, till you are marry'd. Come, examine your Strength a little. D o you think you durft venture upon a Husband ? Cor. A Husband ! W h y a „ if you wou'd but encourage me. Come Flippanta, be a true Friend now. Ill give you Advice, when I have got a little Z7 *K?TTCe' u° y°U f >'°ur very Con^nce and aoui, think I am old enough to be marry'd ? ^BUp. Old enough ! W h y you are fixteen, are you Davf' w££eCn ! T fm S,'*teen> tWO Months> an<* Odd 1,1 ^ ? m a " - J k e eP a n exaft Account. Flip. The duce you arc! Cor. |