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Show W ,0 ^CONFEDERACY. S . , . ;„ Men are ftrangely troubled , Flip W h y there.,u. Men „ w o n ( f e / „ « with the Vapours of late. b,e w ; f e in T 5} here, here, here, in your own HjJ ^ ^ G^,. She is then, in thy Opinion, a reafonable Wo. man. p/*6 Bv m v Paith * think f°- 1 1 toll run mad Name m e an Extra-valance in the World fhe is not guilty of. V C Naroeme an Extravagance m the World fhe i SUGr¥. Come then, does not fhe put the whole Houfe in diforder ? _ Flip. Not that I know of, for fhe never comes into it but to fleep. Gripe 'Tis very well: Docs fhe employ any one moment of her Life in the Government of her Family ? Flip. She is fo fubmiflive a Wife, fhe leaves it a tirely to you. Gripe. Admirable ! Does fhe not fpend more Money in Coach-hire, and Chair-hire, than wou'd maintain fix Children ? ^ ,. - Flip, She's too nice of your Credit to be feen dag. ling in the Streets. Gripe. Good ! D o I fet eye on her fometimes uu W e e k together ? Flip, That, Sir, is becaufe you are never ftirring at the fame time ; you keep odd Hours ; you are always going to Bed when (he's rifing, and rifing juft when foe's coming to Bed. ^ Gripe, Yes truly, Night into Day, and Day into Night, Bawdy-Houfe Play, that's her Trade ; but thefe are Trifles: Has fhe not loft her Diamond Necklace! Anfwer m e to that, Trapes. t , Flip. Yes; and has fent as many Tears after it, ait it had been her Husband. Gripe. A h ! the Pox take her; but enw* 'Tis refolv'd, and 1 will put a flop to the courfe oH« The C O N F E D E R A C Y . 39 Life, or I will put a ftop to the Courfe of her Blood, and fo fhe fhall know the firft time I meet with her • [Afide."] which tho w e are Man and Wife, and lie under one Roof, 'tis very poftible may not be this Fortnight. [Exit Gripe. Flippanta fola. Nay, thou haft a blefled time on't, that muft be con-fefs'd. What a miferable Devil is a Husband ? Infup-portable to himfelf, and a Plague to every thing about them. Their Wives do by them, as Children do by Dogs, teaze and provoke 'em, till they make 'em fo curs'd, they fnarl and bite at every thing that comes in their reach. This Wretch here, is grown perverfe to that degree, he's for his Wife's keeping home, and making Hell of his Houfe, fo he may be the Devil in it, to torment her. H o w niggardly foever he is, of all things he poffeffes, he is willing to purchafe her Mifery, at the expence of his o w n Peace. But he'd as good be ftill, for he'll mifs of his Aim. If I know her (which I think I do) fhe'll fet his Blood in fuch a Ferment, it fhall bubble out at every Pore of him ; whilft hers is fo quiet in her Veins, her Pulfe fhall go like a Pendulum. ACT III. SCENE, Mrs. Amlet*J Hbufo. Enter Dick. W H E R E ' s this old W o m a n ? A-hey, What the Devil, no body at home! Ha! her ftron<* Box ! And the Key in't! 'tis fo. N o w Fortune be m y Friend. What the Duce. Not a Penny of Money in Cafh ! .Nor a Chequer Note ' - . Nor a Bank Bill! [ fearching the flrong Box.] Nor a crooked Stick! Nor a - , M u m "here's fomething |
