Mon. Ha!
Flip. A king without an army——or a people with one. Have I drawn him, Sir?
Mon. Why truly, Flippanta, I can't deny but there are some general lines of resemblance. But you know there may be exceptions.
Flip. Hark you, Sir, shall I deal plainly with you? Had I got a husband, I wou'd put him in mind, that he was marry'd as well as I.
Sings.
For were I the thing call'd a wife,
And my fool grew too fond of his pow'r,
He shou'd look like an ass all his life,
For a prank that I'd play him in an hour.
Tol lol la ra tol lol, &c.—Do you observe that, Sir?
Mon. I do: and think you wou'd be in the right on't. But, pr'ythee, why dost not give this advice to thy mistress?
Flip. For fear it should go round to your wife, Sir, for you know they are play-fellows.
Mon. O, there's no danger of my wife; she knows I'm none of those husbands.