Cou'd Women but our secret Counsels scan, Cou'd they but reach the deep Reserves of Man, They'd wear it on, that That of Love might last; For when they throw off one, we soon the other cast. Their Sympathy is such---- The Fate of one, the other scarce can fly-- They live together, and together die. [_Exit._ _Enter ~Miss~ and ~Nurse~._ _Miss._ But is it sure and certain, say you, he's my Lord's own Brother? _Nurse._ As sure, as he's your lawful Husband. _Miss._ I'cod, if I had known that in time, I don't know but I might have kept him; For, between you and I, Nurse, he'd have made a Husband worth two of this I have. But which do you think you shou'd fancy most, Nurse? _Nurse._ Why, truly, in my poor fancy, Madam, your first Husband is the prettier Gentleman. _Miss._ I don't like my Lord's Shapes, Nurse. _Nurse._ Why in good truly, as a body may say, he is but a Slam. _Miss._ What do you think now he puts me in mind of? Don't you remember a long, loose, shambling sort of a Horse my Father call'd _Washy_? _Nurse._ As like as two Twin-Brothers. _Miss._ I'cod, I have thought so a hundred times: 'Faith, I'm tired of him. _Nurse._ Indeed, Madam, I think you had e'en as good stand to your first Bargain. _Miss._ O but, Nurse, we han't considered the main thing yet. If I leave my Lord, I must leave my Lady too: and when I rattle about the Streets in my Coach, they'll only say, there goes Mistress----Mistress----Mistress what? What's this Man's Name, I have married, Nurse? _Nurse._ 'Squire _Fashion_. _Miss._ 'Squire _Fashion_ is it?----Well, 'Squire, that's better than nothing: Do you think one cou'd not get him made a Knight, Nurse? _Nurse._ I don't know but one might, Madam, when the King's in a good Humour. _Miss._ I'cod, that wou'd do rarely. For then he'd be as good a Man as my Father, you know. _Nurse._ By'r Lady, and that's as good as the best of 'em. _Miss._ So 'tis, faith; for then I shall be my Lady, and your Ladyship at every Word, that's all I have to care for. Ha, Nurse! But hark you me, one thing more, and then I have done. I'm afraid, if I change my Husband again, I shan't have so much Money to throw about, Nurse. _Nurse._ O, enough's as good as a Feast: Besides, Madam, one don't know, but as much may fall to your share with the younger Brother, as with the elder. For tho' these Lords have a power of Wealth, indeed; yet as I have heard say, they give it all to their Sluts and their Trulls, who joggle it about in their Coaches, with a Murrain to 'em, whilst poor Madam sits sighing and wishing, and knotting and crying, and has not a spare Half-Crown to buy her a _Practice of Piety_.