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108 WILLIAM CONGREVE [ACT v<br />

Vain. That deserves a fool with a better title.—Pray use<br />

her as my relation, or you shall hear on't.<br />

Bluffe. [To LUCY.] What! are you a woman of quality<br />

too, spouse?<br />

Set. And my relation: pray let her be respected accordingly.—Well,<br />

honest Lucy, fare thee well. I think you and<br />

I have been playfellows off and on any time this seven years.<br />

Lucy. Hold your prating!—I'm thinking what vocation<br />

I shall follow while my spouse is planting laurels in the<br />

wars.<br />

Bluff e. No more wars, spouse, no more wars!—while I<br />

plant laurels for my head abroad, I may find the branches<br />

sprout at home.<br />

Heart. Bellmour, I approve thy mirth, and thank thee;<br />

and I cannot in gratitude (for I see which way thou art<br />

going) see thee fall into the same snare out of which thou<br />

hast delivered me.<br />

Bell. I thank thee, George, for thy good intention; hut<br />

there is a fatality in marriage—for I find I'm resolute.<br />

Heart. Then good counsel will be thrown away upon you.<br />

—For my part, I have once escaped, and when I wed<br />

again, may she be ugly as an old bawd.<br />

Vain. Ill-natured as an old maid—<br />

Bell, Wanton as a young widow—<br />

Sharp, And jealous as a barren wife.<br />

Heart. Agreed.<br />

Bell. Well, 'midst of these dreadful denunciations, and<br />

notwithstanding the warning and example before me, I<br />

commit myself to lasting durance.<br />

Belin. Prisoner, make much of your fetters.<br />

[ Git/ing her hand.<br />

Bell. Frank, will you keep us in countenance?<br />

Vain. May I presume to hope so great a blessing?<br />

Aram. We had better take the advantage of a little of<br />

our friends' experience first.<br />

Bell. [Aside.] O' my conscience she dares not consent,<br />

for fear he should recant.—[Aloud.] Well, we shall have<br />

your company to church in the morning; may be it may<br />

get you an appetite to see us fall to before ye.—Setter, did<br />

not you tell me—<br />

Set. They're at the door, I'll call 'em in.

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