[From the surreptitious edition printed by J. Cooke, London 1745]
Spoke by Miss Lucy and Mr. Thomas.
THOMAS. Farewell, my cares; farewell, domestic strife;
How blest the husband when reformed the wife!
LUCY. I'm not reformed --
THOMAS. Not reformed, my Dear!
LUCY. No. --
LUCY. No! no! no! can't you hear?
THOMAS. Then all my hopes are gone.
LUCY. With all my heart.
You may go too--I'm ready, Sir, to part.10
THOMAS. Did not you promise, Lucy, to reform?
LUCY. You promised too-- and how did you perform?
You well may drop your lip and change your saucy tone.
Go, get you hence, you worthless drone!
THOMAS. Pray follow, Lucy, do.
LUCY. I'll follow strait,
My pleasures--not you --
When thou are gone, I'll ne'er on man rely;
Next time, by golls, I'll taste before I buy.
Contented now, the husband is retired;20 Like other wives, I'll stay and be admired.
And now I'll chuse a lover to my goust,
Irish and French I've tried, but they'll not do.
I must have British fare, and one of you.
First, I'll beg leave to view the upper places --
Ha, ha! They grin so, one can't distinguish faces!
I'll pass the footmen; they're not worth my care;