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For, in the marriage state, the world must own,
MRS. OAKLY. LADY FREELOVE. HARRIET. TOILET. CHAMBERMAID.
Scene 1.-A Room in Oakly's House.
Noise heard within.
Oak. [Within.] But, my dear !-
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. Yo love ! -Don't I know your Tell me, I say, this instant, every circumstance relating to this letter.
Dak. 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
contract a shameful familiarity with Mrs. Freeman ? Did not I detect your intrigue with Lady Wealthy
Was not you
Oak. Oons! madam, the Grand Turk himself has not half so many mistresses—You throw me out of all patience-Do I know any body but our common friends ?-Am I visited by any body, that does not visit you?--Do I ever go out, unless you go with me?-And am I not as constantly by your side, as if I was tied to your apron-strings ?
Mrs. Oak. Go, go, you are a false man-Have not I found you out a thousand times? And have not I this moment a letter in my hand, which convinces me of
-Let me know the whole affair, or I willOak. Let you know? Let me know what you
would have of me- -You stop my letter before it comes to my hands, and then expect that I should know the contents of it!
Mrs. Oak. Heaven be praised, I stopped it!- I suspected some of these doings for some time past-But the letter informs me who she is, and I'll be revenged on her sufficiently. Oh, you base man, you!
Oak. I beg, my dear, that you would moderate your passion !-Show me the letter, and I'll convince you of my innocence.
Mrs. Oak. Innocence !-Abominable !—Innocence! But I am not to be made such a fool-I am convinced of your perfidy, and very sure that
Oak. 'Sdeath and fire ! your passion hurries you out of your senses- -Will
hear me? Mrs. Oak. No, you are a base man: and I will not
Oak. Why then, my dear, since you will neither talk reasonably yourself, nor listen to reason from me, I shall take my leave till you are in a better humour. So, your servant !