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Show 52 The CONFEDERACY. flip. Pray, Sir, let's know a little what puts you in all CloV. Prithee ftand near me, flippanta, there's an odd *£**£ his Mouth, looks as if his poor Head were coin^ wrong, I'm afraid he 11 bite. g K The wicked Woman, F$p*«, Ac wicked WX!'can any body wonder I fhun my own Houfe, when he treats m e at this rate in it ? S ! At this rate ! W h y in the Devil's N a m e Clar D o you hear him again * -J l' flip.' Come, a little Moderation, Sir, and try what that will produce. . Gripe. Bang her, 'tis all a Pretence to juftify her goiAg Clar A Pretence! a Pretence ! Do you hear how black a Charge he loads m e with? Charges m e with a Presence ? Is this the return for all m y down-right open Actions?' You know, my Dear, I fcorn Pretences; Whene'er I go abroad, it is without Pretence. Gripe. Give m e Patience. Flip. Y o u have a great deal, Sir. Clar. And yet he's never content, Flippanta. Gripe. What fhall I do? Clar What a reafonable M a n w o u d do ; own your felf in the wrong, and be quiet. Here's flippanta has Undemanding, and I have Moderation * l m willing to make her Judge of our Differences. Flip. Y ou do m e a great deal of Honour, «Iadam . But I tell you before-hand, I fhall be a little on Mafter s ^ Gripe. Right, Flippanta has Senfe. Come, let her decided Have I not reafori to be in a Pafiion r tell mc •bat. i T «r Clar, You muft tell iiev tor what, m y Life. Gripe. W h y , for the Trade you drive, m y Soul. ir, pray take things nghn 1 know >esfret;y owana then, thats i«, it ih the Fund the is tlv K fweetelt, gentle* Lady h a I entirely to her o w n Fane, ^ C O N F E D E R A C Y . 65 and fhe'll never fay a word to you from Morning to Kight. Gripe. Oons, let her but flay at home, and fhe fhall do what fhe will : In reafort, that is. flip. D'ye hear that, Madam ? Nay, n o w I muft be on Mafter's'fide 5 you fee how he loves you, he defires only your Company : Pray give him that Satisfaction, or 1 muft pronounce agamft you. Clar. Well, I agree. Thou know'ft I don't love to grieve him : Let him be always in good humour, and I'll be always at home. flip. Look you there, Sir, what wou'd you have more ? Gripe. Well, let her keep her word, and I'll have done quarrelling. Clar. 1 muft not, however, fo far lofe the Merit of my Confent, as to let you think I'm weary of going abroad, m y Dear ; what I do, is purely to oblige you •, which, that 1 m a y be able to perform, without a Re-lapfe, H I invent what ways 1 can to make m y Prifoa fupportable to me. y flip. Her Prifon ! pritty Bird ! her Pnfon ! don t that word melt you, Sir ? Gripe. I muft confefs I did not expect to find her fo reafonable. Flip. O, Sir, foon or late Wives come into good Humour : Husbands muft only have a little patience to wait; ror it. Clar. The innocent little Diverfions, Dear, that .1 mail content m y felf with, will be chiefly Play and Company. Gripe! O , I'll find you Employment, your Time fhan't lie upon your Hands 5 tho if you have a mind now for fuch a Companion as a let m e fee. Araminta, for Example, why I fhan't be agamft her being with you from Morning till Night. Clar. You can't oblige man in the World. Gripe. Is not fhe ? Flip* Ah, the old Satyr ! m e more, 'tis the beft W o - [Afide. Gripe, |