Plays, written by Sir John Vanbrugh, volume the first

by John Vanbrugh

[Exit Esop.

Euph. Then before to-morrow Night, Statesman, Husband shall be stampt upon your Forehead.

[Exit Euph.

[ACT IV.]

Enter Oronces and Doris.

Dor. Patience, I beseech you.

Oron. Patience! What, and see that lovely Creature thrown into the Arms of that pedantick Monster! 'Sdeath, I'd rather see the World reduc'd to A'toms, Mankind turn'd into Crawfish, and myself an old Woman.

Dor. So you think an old Woman a very unfortunate thing, I find; but you are mistaken, Sir; she may plague other Folks, but she's as entertaining to herself, as any one Part of the Creation.