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Show ?2 The C O N F E D E R A C Y . ] panta, that the more one's alone, the more one thinks • and 'tis thinking that improves a Girl. I'll have you. to know, when 1 was younger than I a m now, by more than I'll boaft of, I thought of Things wou'd have made you ftare again. Flip. Well, fince you are fo well vers'd in your Bu. finefs, I fuppofe I need not inform you, That if y0u don't write your Gallant an Anfwer he'll die. Cor. Nay, now, Flippanta, I confefs you tell me fomething I did not know before. Do you fpeak in ferious fadnefs ? Are Men given to die, if their Miftreflej are four to 'em ? Flip. U m - . I can't fay they all die No, I can't fay they all do ; but truly, 1 believe it wou'd go Very hard with the Colonel. Cof, Lard, I wou'd not have m y hands in Blood for Thoufands ; and therefore, Flippanta-- if you'll en courage me Flip. O, by all means an Anfwer. Cor, Well, fince you fay it then, I'll e'en in and do ir, tho I proteft to you (left you fhou'd think me too forward now) he's the only Man,that wears a Beard, I'd ink m y Fingers for. May be if I marry him, in i Year or two's time I mayn't be fo nice. [Afidt. [Exit Corinna, Flippanta fola. N o w Heaven give him Joy ; he's like to have a rara Wife o' thee. But where there's Money, a Man has a Plafter to his Sore. They have a blefied time on't, who marry for Love. See! here comes an Exa m p l e - - Araminta's dread Lord. Enter Money-trap. Mon. Ah, Flippanta ! H o w do you do, good Flip fanta * H o w do you do ? Flip, Thank you, Sir, well, at your Service. Mon. And how does the good Family, your Mafter, and your fair Miftrefs ? Are they at home ? Flip. Neither of them, m y Mafter has been gone out thefe two Hours, and m y Lady is juft gone with your Wife. Mon> The CONFEDERACY. jj Mon. Well, I won't fay I have loft m y labour, however, as long as I have met with you, Flippanta. For I have wifh'd a great while for an opportunity to talk with you a little. You won't take it amifs if I fhould ask you a few Queftions ? Flip. Provided you leave me to my liberty in m v Anfwers. What's this Cot-quean going to pry into now'? , [Afide. Mon. Prithee, good Flippanta, how do your Mafter and Miftrefs live together ? Flip. Live! W h y like Man and Wife, generally out of Humour, quarrel often, feldom a^ree, complain or one another; and perhaps have both reafon. la ihort, 'tis much as 'tis at your Houfe. Mon. Good-lack! But whofe fide are you generally Flip. O'the right fide always, my Lady's. And if you'll have me give you m y Opinion of thefe matters, Sir, 1 do not think a Husband can ever be in the riaht. Mon. Ha ! & * Flip. Little, peeking, creeping, fneaking, ftinoy, covetous, cowardly, dirty, cuckoldly Things. ' Mon. Ha » J * Flip. Fit for nothing but Taylors and Dry-Nurfes. Mon. Ha! « Flip. A Dog in a Manger, fnarling and biting, to itarve Gentlemen with good Stomachs. Men. Ha ! Flip. A Centry upon Pleafure, fet to be a Plague upon Lovers, and damn poor W o m e n before their time. Mon, A Husband is indeed- .. Flip. Sir, I fay, he is nothing A Beetle without Wings, a Windmill without Sails, a Ship in a Mon. Ha! Flip. A Bag without Money ilead Small-Beer. Mon. Ha ! flip* A Quack without Dams. Mon. Ha! B 5 Mf. an empty Bottle- |