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of separate inclinations are left entirely at the mercy of a husband's odd humours.
Lady G. Why, that indeed is enough to make a woman of spirit look about her.
Lady T. Nay, but, to be serious, my dear, what would you really have a woman to do in my case ?
Lady G. Why, if I had a sober husband, as you have, I would make myself the happiest wife in the world, by bejog as sober as he.
Lady T. Oh, you wicked thing! how can you teaze one at this rate, when you know he is so very sober, that (except giving me'money) there is not one thing in the world he can do to please me. And I, at the same time, partly by nature, and partly, perhaps by keeping the best company, do with my soul love almost every thing he hates. I dote upon assemblies : my heart bounds at a ball; and at. an operam expire. Then, I love play to distraction; cards enchant memand dice-put me out of my little wits, Dear, dear hazard-Oh, what a flow of spirits it gives one ; do you never play at hazard, child ?
Lady G. Oh, never! I don't think it sits well upon women ; there's something so masculine, 80 much the air of a rake in it. You see how it makes the men swear and curse ; and, when a woman is thrown into the same passion, why
Lady T. That's very true ; one is a little put to it, some. times, not to make use of the same words to express it.
Lady G. Well, and upon ill luck, pray what words are you really forced to make use of ?
Lady T. Why, upon a very hard case, indeed, when a sad wrorg word is rising just to one's tougue's end, I give a great gulp and swallow it.
Lady G. Well-and is it not enough to make you fora swear play as long you live?
Lady T. O, yes; I have foresworn it.
Lady T. Solemnly, a thousand times; but then one is constantly foresworn.
Lady G. And how can you answer that?
Lady T. My dear, what we say, when we are losers, we look upon to be no more bivding than a lover's oath, or a great man's promise. But I beg pardon, child: I should not lead you so far into the world; you are a prude, and design to live soberly,
Lady G. Why, I confess iny náture and my education do in a good degree incline me that way;
Lady T. Well, how a woman of spirit (for you don't want that, child,) can dream of living soberly, is to me inconceivable; for you will marry, I suppose.
Lady G. I can't tell but I may.
Lady T. My stars ! and you would really live in London half the year, to be sober in it?
Lady G. Why not?
Lady T. Why can't you as well go and be sober in the country ?
Lady G. So I would-t'other half year.
Lady T. And pray what comfortable scheme of life would you form now for your summer and winter sober end tertainments ?
Lady G. A scheme that I think might very well content Lady T. Oh, of all things, let's hear it.
Lady G. Why, in cumnier I could pass my leisure hours. in riding, in reading, walking by a canal, or sitting at the end of it under a great tree; in dressing, dining, chatting with an agreeable friend; perhaps hearing a little musie, taking a dish of tea, or a game at cards soberly; manage ing my family, lookiny into its accounts, playing with my children, if I had any; or in a thousand other innocent amusements--soberly; and possibly, by these means, I might induce iny husband to be as sober as myselt.
Lady 7'. Well, my dear, thou art an astonishing creature! For sure such primitive antediluvian notious of life have not been in any head these thousand years.- -Under a great tree! ha! ha! ha! But I beg we may have the sober town scheme too for I am charmed with the country one.
Lady G, You shall, and I'll try to stick to my sebriety there too.
Lady T. Well, though I am sure it will give me the vapors, I must hear it.
Lady G. Why, then, for fear of your fainting, madam, I will first so far come into the fashion, that I would never be dressed out of it but still it should be soberly : for I can't think it any disgrace to a woman of my private fortune not to wear her lace as fiue as the wedding suit of a first
duchess; though there is one extravagance I would ven-, ture to come up to.
Lady T. Ay, now for it!
Lady T. Why, the men say that's a great step to be made one
-Well, now you are drest, pray let's see to what purpose,
Lady G. I would visit that is, my real friends; but as little for form as possible would go to court; someo times to an assembly, nay, play at quadrille-soberly. I would see all the good plays; and because 'tis the fashion, now and then go to an opera ;. but I would not expire there for fear I should never go again. And lastly, I can't say, but for curiosity, if I liked my company, I might be drawn in once to a masquerade; and this, I think, is as far as any woman can go-soberly.
Lady T. Well, if it had not been for that last piece of sobriety, I was just going to call for some surfeit-water.
Lady G. Why, don't you think, with the farther aid of breaktasting, dining, taking the air, sopping, sleeping, (not to say a word of devotion,) the four-and-twenty hours might roll over in a tolerable manner ?
Lady T. Tolerable ? deplorable! Why, child, all you. propose is but to endure life ; - now, I want to enjoy it.
111.-Prinli and Jaffier: Pri. No more! I'll hear no more! Be gone and leave Jaff. Not hear me! By my sufferings, but you shall ! My lord, my lord ! I'm not that abject wretch You think me. Patience ! where's the distance throws Me back so far, but I may boldly speak lo right, though proud oppression will not hear me !
Pri. Have you not wrong'd me?
Jaff Could my nature e'er
Pri. Yes, wrong'd me. In the nicest point,
look'd on By all men's eyes, a youth of expectation,
Pleas'd with your seeming virtue, I received you;
şours: you might have us'd me
Jaff. 'Tis to me you owe her ;
Pri. You stole her from me; like a thief, you stole ber
Jaff. Half of your curse you have bestow'd in vain : Heav'n has already erown'd our faithful loves
With a young boy, sweet as his mother's beauty...-
Pri. No more.
Jaff. Yes, all; and then-adieu forever.
Pri. Home, and be humble; study to retrench;
wife! And we will bear our wayward fate together-But ne'er know comfort more.
IV. Boniface and Aimwell.
Bon. Yes, Sir, I'm old Will Boniface; pretty well known upon this road, as the saying is. Aim. 0, Mr. Boniface; your servant.
Bon. 0, SirWhat will your honour please to drink, as the saying is?
Aim. I have heard your town of Litchfield much famed for ale : I think I'll taste that.
Bon. Sir, I have now in iny cellar ten toos of the best ale in Staffordshire : 'tis smooth as oil, sweet as milk, clear as amber, and strong as brandy'; and will be just fourteen, years old the fifth day of next March, old style.