Sir Pat. I forgive it you, and will turn Spark, they live the merriest Lives—keep some City Mistress, go to Court, and hate all Conventicles.
You see what a fine City-Wife can do
Of the true-breed; instruct her Husband too:
I wish all civil Cuckolds in the Nation
Would take example by my Reformation.
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Spoken by Mrs. Gwin.
I here and there o’erheard a Coxcomb cry, Looking about.
Ah, Rot it—’tis a Woman’s Comedy,
One, who because she lately chanc’d to please us,