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gladness in their meeting; but, from a shipwreck saved, we mingle tears with our embraces.

[Embracing LADY TOWNLY. Lady T. What words-what love-what duty can repay such obligations?

Lord T. Preserve but this desire to please, your power is endless.

Lady T. Oh! till this moment, never did I know, my lord, I had a heart to give you!

Lord T. By heaven! this yielding hand, when first it gave you to my wishes, presented not a treasure more desirable!-Oh, Manly! sister! as you have often shared in my disquiet, partake of my felicity-my new-born joy! See here, the bride of my desires! This may be called my wedding-day.

Lady G. Sister, (for now, methinks, that name is dearer to me than ever) let me congratulate the happiness that opens to you.

Manly. Long, long, and mutual, may it flow!

Lord T. To make our happiness complete, my dear, join here with me to give a hand, that amply will repay the obligation.

Lady T. Sister, a day like this

Lady G. Admits of no excuse against the general joy. [Gives her hand to MANLY. Manly. A joy, like mine-despairs of words to speak it.

Lord T. Oh, Manly, how the name of friend endears the brother! [Embracing him. Manly. Your words, my lord, will warm me to deserve them.

Lady T. Sister, to your unerring virtue, I now commit the guidance of my future days.

Never the paths of pleasure more to tread,
But where your guarded innocence shall lead ;

For, in the marriage state, the world must own,
Divided happiness was never known.

To make it mutual, Nature points the way;

Let husbands govern; gentle wives obey. [Exeunt.

THE END.

THE

JEALOUS WIFE;

A COMEDY,

BY

GEORGE COLMAN.

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THE

JEALOUS WIFE.

ACT I.

Scene I.-A Room in Oakly's House.

Noise heard within.

Mrs. Oak. [Within.] Don't tell me— It's monstrous, and I will not bear it.

Oak. [Within.] But, my dear!

Mrs. Oak. Nay, nay, &c.

-I know it is so

[Squabbling within.

Enter MRS. OAKLY, with a Letter, OAKLY following. Mrs. Oak. Say what you will, Mr. Oakly, you shall never persuade me, but this is some filthy intrigue of yours.

Oak. I can assure you, my love—~

Mrs. Oak. Your love!-Don't I know your-Tell me, I say, this instant, every circumstance relating to this letter.

Oak. How can I tell you, when you will not so much as let me see it?

Mrs. Oak. Look you, Mr. Oakly, this usage is not to be borne. You take a pleasure in abusing my tenderness, and soft disposition. To be perpetually running over the whole town, nay, the whole kingdom too, in pursuit of your amours!-Did not I discover, that you was great with mademoiselle, my own woman?-Did not you

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