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7 8 The Fajhionable Lady'; r or,
fhew your Embroideries, as at a Conjurer's to, enquire your
Fortune.
Whim. Oons, Madam, at this Rate I need not enquire my
Fortune any where - I have often imagin'd, that a (harp
Winter, a Wafting Spring, a hot Summer, or a ikkly Autumn
would be my Death. But I own my Miftake a Wo-
man's Tongue will certainly be my Bane at laft I ihall
be ftunn'd to Death with Female Thunder.
Spright. Poor Mr. Whim, — Ireally pity your Misfortune—
'tis a terrible thing to be talk'd to Death, that's certain ; and
if any Woman in England can do fuch Execution
Whim. As I'll fwear there are Thoufands .
Spright. My Coufin Foible w\\\ difpatch you molt effectually—
if 'tis your Fortune to have her. — Pofitively, (he talks as
much, as faft, and as loud, as anyone of them all — I wifli I
cou'd fay as well too, that you might die in a more comfor-
table manner.
Whim. Comfortable ! as if 'twas in a Woman's Power to
give Comfort at any rate.
Prat. You thought fo, Sir, when you wanted a Woman to
comfort your Conftitution. Ha ! ha ! ha !
Whim. What a Devil, are vou there, Mrs. Spit-Fire? —
Upon my Life, Madam, this Hufley had the Affurance to ex-
pect me for a Husband, and told me, for my Comfort, fhe
could correct my Conftitution as well as her Lady.
Trifle. Ha! ha! ha! verily, Mr. Whim, I believe (he could.
Spright. How Prattle! What, Rivai your Lady ?
Prat. No, as I hope to be fav'd, Mem, I had no fuch De-
sign-— I — I only offer'd my Service in a jocular way,
Mem 1
Spright. O was that all! then you were miftaken, Mr.
Whim.
Prat. Yes indeed, Mem, Mr. Whim was miftaken, I can
afTure you; for I vow and proteft, Mem, were I married to
Mr. Whim,l (hould dream of nothing but wet Weather every
Night, and, at Nine Months end, be brought to Bed of a
Cloud.
AIR