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feff. If your Ladyship will have Patience to hear me out, you shall know the whole Story.

Widow. With all my Heart, Feffrey.

Feff. Why, you must know, Madam, my Master had the Misfortune to quarrel with a Gentleman, who urg'd him to fight; my Master kill'd himi Úpon which he was forc'd to change his Habit and his Name-From Cuningham to Boutefeu. But think. ing it not safe to stay here, fled; and in his Journey happen'd into a Viscount's Castle, but the Viscount was gone a Journey. However, this Viscount had a very beautiful Sifter, that had the Command in her Brother's Absence; she entertain'd my Master very splendidly : Aç last he fell in love with her, and me with him. Widoro. Methinks she was very forward, Feffrey.

Feff. She was so indeed, Madam; for before my Mafter left her, she prov'd with Child.

Widow. How! with Child, and not married, Fef. frey !

Feff. My Mafter had promis'd her Marriage, Madam.

Widow. Oh, the impudent Creature! And thy Mafter was to blame, nor to keep his Word, Feffrey:

Feff. Not at all, Madam, when you have heard all. You must know, my. Master grew jealous of one of the Servants, as indeed he had Reason: And one Day pretended to ride out, and he shou'd nor return that Night, but left me to let him in, when the Servants were all a bed, which I did. Going up to this Lady's Bed Chamber, and not being expected that Night, found the Servant in Bed with her.

Widow. Unheard of Impudence ! At first I was going to condemn thy Master, for deceiving a young Creature; but ’ris likely he was not the first, that had to do with her.


Iter was for packing up his Awls, and for going

The Wantör Wife. 6 Feff. Very likely so, Madam. Next Day my Ma The cry'd, and urg'd his stay, and his Vows to marry her.

Widow. He had been more to blame to have done that.

Fejf. In the mean time the Viscount return'd, found his Sister in Tears, wou'd know the Reason, was cold áll. He swore, if ever he could get hold of him he'd hang him at his, Castle Gate, but my Master was got off safe. What it will come to, if they should ever meet, I know not, but fear the Event.. Pri, A well invented Lye the Rogue

has cold. (A fides What was this Viscount's Name?

Feff Thé Viscount Sans: Terre, I think he vas calid.

Pru. The Viscount Sans-Terre!
Widow. Whý, he's in this House.
Fef. What, in this very House ?
Pru. In this very House } in the next Room,

. Ah, my poor Master! he's but a dead Man
if he's found ; for he'll certainly be hanga,
Pru. Here he comes. Hold your Peace!

Enter Viscount. Widoco

. My Lord, your Servant. I have a Question to ask of

Feff. What shall I do to make him understand?
Humour her in all the says, my Lord.

Visc, Ask what thou wilt, I'll deny theé nothing.
Widodo. You had a Şifter.
Visc. I had fo. Go on.
Widow. And she was unfortunately wrong'd bý a
tafe Fellow.
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Pru. 'Twas not well done to debauch her, and then to leave her ; but Woe bę to him, if your Lordship Visc. If ever I do

find the Son of a Whore, I'll hang him at my Castle Gate.

Widow. He was very much to blame indeed ; but yet, all things considerd, he was not in all the Blame neither, counting what a Trick the play'd him. He had reason to question, whether the Child was his

, or not.

Vise, I'm quite at a Loss. Ob! tell me what I must say next? (Faints into Jeffrey's Arms, who instryds him.

Feff. Take it in your Ear, my Lord. (Afde. Widow. Help, Prudence, my Lord faints. Pru. Pray, Madam, don't come too near, but give him Air. (Prudence and Jeffrey tell him what to say.

Widow. Oh! he recovers.

Visc. Give me a little Air. I beg your Pardon, I never hear my Sifter's Wrongs mention d, but it puts me in Disorder ; but if ever I do light upon the Villain, Woe be to him,

Widow. I'll try to get his Pardon. (Aside My Lord, methinks her Crime being the greatest, you might pardon him.

Vifc. What! Pardon him, that has deflower'd my Sister, got her with Child of a Bastard, and stain'd the Honour of our grear Family! No, tho' all the World should plead for him, I'll not forgive it ; he dies.

Widow. Good, my Lord, for my Sake.

Visc. 'Tis all in vain, Lady, I'm told he's now in this House, and bas chang'd his Name. Buc if I find him

(Draws. Widow. Oh hold, my Lord, I must save him. (Afide. My Lord, I have but one Request more.

Visc. 'Twill be in vain: I'll have Revenge.


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Pru. Tell him you'll marry him, Madam, and try what that will do.

(Afide to the Widow. Widow. Give me this Gentleman's Life, and I am content to be your Wife ; otherwise

Visc. 'Tis a hard Request; but to shew how much I love you, ypop that Condition I grant it.

(Puts up his Sword. . Widow. Or, if you think fit, you shall have my Niece. Philadelphia, and with her I'll give you ten thousand Pounds.

Visc. Do you think my Love so poor, that 'twill be brib'd ? Nay, then I recal mỳ Promife. He dies this Hour:

(Draws and Searches abuut. Pru. Oh, pray my Lord, forbear; my Lady did it but to try you ! See, you fright her.

Widow. Well, my Lord, since it must be so, my
Chaplain is within, I'm contented he shou'd make us
one, make good but your Promise.
Vifci I confirm it here.

(Kises her. Pru. My Lord, the Dancers are ready to begin, and all the Company stay for you.

Visc. Let 'em enter, and begin when they please.
Enter Sir Peter Pride, Lady Pride, Lovemore, Mrs.

Brittle, Cuningham and Philadelphia.
Love. Well, Madam, I rely upon your Promise.

(To Mrs. Britele: Vifc. Come, Gentlemen and Ladies, pray fit.

(They Sir.



After the Dance, Enter Barnaby Brittle, who runs

ter his Wife; they get between, he gets hold of ber, and carries her off after Speaking.

Britt. Here's fine Doings ! But I'll spoil your Sport: What! my House is become a Music-house, is it? But; Gentlewoman, I have something to say to you within:

Omries. How now! What's the Meaning of this?
Britt. I fay, my Wife "
Omn. What of your Wife?
Britt. Shall keep me Company, if you please.
Omn: You Company !
Cun. What's the matter with the Fellow ? ha !

Brilt. Come along, I say. What's here to do ! Is not a Man's Wife his Wife? And may be not do what he will with her ?

(Carries her of Sir Peter. He's at his old Tricks again.

Widoio. Come, let's in, and endeavour to appease him, and then end our Mirth with a Banquet.

Cun. We attend your Ladyship.

Widow.. Pray, my Lord, do me the favour to lead my Sister in. Come, Gentlemen.

Visc. Hold there, I will not part with you; I have two Hands, Madam, and can lead you both.

(Exeunt Omnes.


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