The third dispose as you shall best adjudge,
Shew where you're pleas'd, and where you owe a Grudge:
Madam elate, thinks she'll be kind to Betty,
To hide the Slips she made with Spark i'th' City:
But Stallion Tom, who well knew how to scold,
And by his Mistress's Favour grown too bold,
Swears if he has it not, he will reveal,
And to his Master tell a dismal Tale;
Madam, reluctant, gives him up the Paper;
He at her Folly laughs, and cuts a Caper.