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_Cher_. Where were you born?

_Arch_. In St Martin's parish.

_Cher_. What was your father?

_Arch_. St. Martin's parish.

_Cher_. Then, friend, good-night

_Arch_. I hope not.

_Cher_. You may depend upon't

_Arch_. Upon what?

_Cher_. That you're very impudent.

_Arch_. That you 're very handsome. {420}

_Cher_. That you're a footman.

_Arch_. That you're an angel.

_Cher_. I shall be rude.

_Arch_. So shall I.

_Cher_. Let go my hand.

_Arch_. Give me a kiss. [_Kisses her_.

[_Call without_.] Cherry! Cherry!

_Cher_. I'm--my father calls; you plaguy devil, how
durst you stop my breath so? Offer to follow me
one step, if you dare. [_Exit_.

_Arch_. A fair challenge, by this light! this is a pretty
fair opening of an adventure; but we are knight-errants,
and so Fortune be our guide. [_Exit_.

ACT II., SCENE I.

_A Gallery in Lady Bountifuls House_.
_Enter Mrs. Sullen and Dorinda, meeting_.

_Dor_. Morrow, my dear sister; are you for church this
morning?

_Mrs. Sul_. Anywhere to pray; for Heaven alone can
help me. But I think, Dorinda, there's no form of
prayer in the liturgy against bad husbands:

_Dor_. But there's a form of law in Doctors-Common
and I swear, sister Sullen, rather than see you this
continually discontented, I would advise you
apply to that: for besides the part that I bear
your vexatious broils, as being sister to the husband
and friend to the wife, your example gives me such
an impression of matrimony, that I shall be apt
condemn my person to a long vacation all its life
But supposing, madam, that you brought it to
case of separation, what can you urge against your
husband? My brother is, first, the most constant
man alive.

_Mrs. Sul_. The most constant husband, I grant ye.

_Dor_. He never sleeps from you.

_Mrs. Sul_. No, he always sleeps with me. {20}

_Dor_. He allows you a maintenance suitable to your
quality.

_Mrs. Sul_. A maintenance! do you take me, madam, for
an hospital child, that I must sit down, and bless
my benefactors for meat, drink, and clothes? As
I take it, madam, I brought your brother ten
thousand pounds, out of which I might expect some
pretty things, called pleasures.

_Dor_. You share in all the pleasures that the country
affords. {30}

_Mrs. Sul_. Country pleasures! racks and torments!
Dost think, child, that my limb