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Show 60 W J C O N F E D E R A C Y. Enter Clarifla. Clar. Have you tokT him I'm at home, Flippanta ? Flip. Yes, Madam. Clar. And that I'll fee him ? F//>. Yes, that too: But here's News for you -, I ban juft now receiv'd the Reftitution. C/*r. That's killing Pleafure} and how much has hi reftor'd m e ? Flip. T w o hundred and thirty. . C/ar. Wretched Rogue ! but retreat, your Mafter s coming to quarrel. " Jfo>. I'll be within Call, if things run high. (E*.Plip. Enter Gripe. Gr/>*. O ho!. • are you there i'faith ? Madam vour humble Servant, I'm very glad to fee you at home, I thought I fhou'd never have had that Honour again. Clan Good-morrow, m y Dear, how d' ye do ? Flippanta fays you are out of Humour, and that you havt a mind to quarrel with m e : Is it true ? ha! U have a terrible Pain in m y Head, I give you notice on't beforehand. . , ,r . _, Gripe. And how the Pox fhou'd it be otherwife? Its a wonder you are not dead (as a' wou'd you were, A-fide.) with the Life you lead. Are you not afham'd ? and do you not blufh to, • Clar. M y dear Child, you crack m y Brain ; foften the Harfhnefs of your Voice: Say what thou wou't, tatt let it be in an agreeable Tone Gripet Tone, Madam, don't tell m e of a T o n e - Clar. O if you will quarrel, do it with Temperance ; let it be all in cool Blood, even and fmooth, as if you were not mov'd with what you faid ; and then I'll hear you, as if I were not mov'd with it nei- Gripe. Had ever Man fuch need of Patience ? Madam, Madam, I muft tell you, Madam Clar. Another Key, or 1 walk off. Gripe. Don't provoke m e. Clar. Shall you U long, m y Dear, in your Remon- The C O N F E D E R A C Y , 6I Gripe. Yes, Madam, and very long. Clar. ^f you wou'd quarrel in abregee, I fhou'd have a World of Obligation to you. Gripe. What I have to l\y, forfooth, is not to be ex-prefs'd in abregee, my Complaints are too numerous. Clar. Complaints! of what, m y Dear ? Have I ever given you Subject of Complaint, m y Life ? Gripe. O Pox ! m y Dear and m y Life ! I defire none of your Tendres. Clar. H o w ! find fault with m y Kindnefs, and m y Expreffions of AfFedtion and Refpeft ? The World will guefs by this what the reft of your Complaints may be. I muft tell you, I'm fcandaliz'd at your Procedure. Gripe. I muft tell you, I a m running mad with yours. Clar. Ah ! how infupportable are the Humours of fome Husbands, fo full of Fancies, and fo ungoverna-ble: What have you in the World to difturb you ? Gripe. What have I to difturb m e ! I have you, Death and the Devil! Clar. Ay, merciful Heaven! how he fwears! You fhou'd never accuftom your felf to fuch Words as thefe ; indeed, m y Dear, you fhou'd not; your Mouth's always full of them. Gripe. Blood and Thunder ! Madam • Clar. Ah, he'll fetch the Houfe down: D o you know you make m e tremble for you ? flippanta I who's there ? Flippanta ! Gripe. Here's a provoking Devil for you ! Enter Flippanta. Flip. What, in the name of Jove,Js the matter? yo* raife the Neighbourhood. Clar. W h y , here's your Mafter in a moft violent Fufs, and no mortal Soul can tell for what. Gripe. Not tell for what ! Clar. N o , my Life, I have begg'd him to tell m e his Griefs, Flippanta; and then he fwears, good Lord J how he does fwear. Gripe. Ah you wicked Jade \ Ah you wicked Jade ! Clar. D o yon hear him, flippanta ! do you hear Ilih |