Lov. And then he rails against the Whore of Babylon, and all my neighbours think he calls me Whore.
Cram. A most unpardonable fault.
L. Lam. We’ll have that rectify’d, it will concern us.
Lov. Then he never kisses me, but he says a long Grace, which is more mortifying than inviting.
L. Des. That is the fault of all the new Saints, which is the reason their Wives take a pious care, as much as in them lies, to send ’em to Heaven, by making ’em Cuckolds.
L. Fleet. A very charitable Work, and ought to be encourag’d.
[Loveless gives in a Petition to Gilliflower.
Gill. The humble Petition of the Lady Make-shift. [Reads.
—Heav’ns, Madam, here are many thousand Hands to’t of the distressed Sex.
All. Read it.