_Nurse._ What! two Husbands, my Dear? _Miss._ Why you had three, good Nurse, you may hold your Tongue. _Nurse._ Ay, but not all together, sweet Child. _Miss._ Psha, if you had, you'd ne'er thought much on't. _Nurse._ O but 'tis a Sin--Sweeting. _Bull._ Nay, that's my business to speak to, Nurse. I do confess, to take two Husbands for the Satisfaction of the Flesh, is to commit the Sin of Exorbitancy; but to do it for the Peace of the Spirit, is no more than to be drunk by way of Physick: Besides, to prevent a Parent's Wrath, is to avoid the Sin of Disobedience; for when the Parent's angry the Child is froward. So that upon the whole Matter, I do think, tho' Miss shou'd marry again, she may be sav'd. _Miss._ I'cod, and I will marry again then, and so there is an end of the Story. [_Exeunt._ [Illustration] +ACT+ V. +SCENE+ _London_. _Enter ~Coupler~, ~Young Fashion~, and ~Lory~._ _Coup._ Well, and so Sir _John_ coming in-- _Young Fash._ And so Sir _John_ coming in, I thought it might be Manners in me to go out, which I did, and getting on Horseback as fast as I cou'd, rid away as if the Devil had been at the Rear of me; what has happen'd since, Heav'n knows. _Coup._ I'gad, Sirrah, I know as well as Heaven. _Young Fash._ What do you know? _Coup._ That you are a Cuckold. _Young Fash._ The Devil I am! By who? _Coup._ By your Brother. _Young Fash._ My Brother! which way? _Coup._ The old way, he has lain with your Wife. _Young Fash._ Hell and Furies, what dost thou mean? _Coup._ I mean plainly, I speak no Parable. _Young Fash._ Plainly! Thou dost not speak common Sense, I cannot understand one Word thou sayst. _Coup._ You will do soon, Youngster. In short, you left your Wife a Widow, and she married again. _Young Fash._ It's a Lye. _Coup._----I'cod, if I were a young Fellow, I'd break your Head, Sirrah. _Young Fash._ Dear Dad, don't be angry, for I'm as mad as _Tom ~of~ Bedlam_. _Coup._ When I had fitted you with a Wife, you shou'd have kept her. _Young Fash._ But is it possible the young Strumpet cou'd play such a Trick? _Coup._ A young Strumpet, Sir----can play twenty Tricks. _Young Fash._ But pr'ythee instruct me a little farther; whence comes thy Intelligence! _Coup._ From your Brother, in this Letter; there, you may read it. [_~Young Fashion~ reads._ Dear _Coupler_,