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Show ^^JT^^*» .. The CONFEDERACY. Flip. A Lawyer without Knavery. Mon. Ha ! j/i/>. A Courtier without Flattevy. Mon. Ha! -, , .. Flip. A King without an Army or a People with one. Have I drawn him, Sir ? Mon. W h y truly, ! % * » * * , I can t deny but there are fome general Lines of Refemblance. But you know there may be Exceptions. Flip. Hark you, Sir, Shall I deal plainly with you? Had I got a Husband, I wou'd put him in mind, that he was marry'd as well as I. Sings,. For were I the thing call'd a Wife, And my Fool grew too fond of his Tower', Me fl)ou'd lookjike an Afs all his Life, For a Prank that I'd play him in an Hour. Tollol la ratol lol, i?c Do you obferve that, Sir? Men. I do : and think you wou'd be in the right on't But, prithee, why doft not give this Advice to thy Miftrefs ? Flip. For fear it fhou'd go round to your Wife, Sir, for you know they are Play-fellow& Mon. O, there's no danger of m y Wife; fhe knows I'm none of thofe Husbands. Flip. Are you fure fhe knows that, Sir? Mon. I'm fure fhe ought to know it, Flippanta, for really 1 have but four Faults in the World. Flip. And, pray, what may they be ? Mon. W h y I'm a little flovenly, I fhift but oncea Week. Flip. Fough. Mon. I am fometimes out of Humour. Flip. Provoking. Mon. I don't giye her fo much Money as fhe'd have. Flip. Infolent. Mon. And a perhaps! mayn't be quite fo young as I was. jlf T^ C O N F E D E R A C Y . 35 Flip. The Devil. Mon. O, but then confider how 'tis on Jier fide, Flippanta. She ruins m e with warning, is always out of Humour, ever wanting Money, and will never be older. Flip. That laft Article, I muft confefs, is a little hard upon you. Mon, Ah, Flippanta, did'ft thou but know the daily Provocations I have, thou'dft be the firft to excufe my Faults. But now I think on't. Thou art none of m y Friend, thou doft not love m e at all; no, not at all. Flip, And whither is this little Reproach going to lead us now ? Mon. You have Power over your, fair Miftrefs, Flippanta, v Flip. Sir! Mon, But what then; you hate me. Flip. I underftand you not. Mon, There's not a moment's Trouble her naughty Husband gives her, but I feel it too. Flip. I don't know what you mean. Mon, If fhe did but know what part I take in her Sufferings. Flip, Mighty obfeure. Mon. Well, I'll fay no more ; but Flip, All Hebrew. Mon. If thou wou'dft but tell her on't. Flip. Still darker and darker. Mon. I fhou'd not be ungrateful. Flip. Ah, now I begin to underftand you. Mon. Flippanta • there's m y Purfe. Flip. Say no more \ now you explain, indeed L, You are in Love ? Mon. Bitterly-, and I do fwear by all the Gods Flip. Hold Spare 'em for another time, you (land in no need of 'em now. A Ufurer that parts with his Purfe, gives fufficient Proof of his Sincerity. Mon. I hate m y Wife, Flippanta. Flip. That we'll take upon your bare word. Mon. |