What has she fed upon nothing but Crabbs of late, that she is grown so
sowr! She now begins to prate it seems! 'Tis time to bring her down: A
stinking dirty Slut, to rail at me! And you to stand by, like a Fool, and
let her! I am afraid she's too full fed; that makes her be so malapert; but
had but I the ordering of her, I vow to gad I'd quickly make her pinch
for't. She shou'd be glad to get a piece of Bread: And that it self's too
good for her, I wonder how she had the Impudence to prate to you: But she
knows well enough she has a Tender-hearted Fool to deal withal; she must
advise ye! Marry gap indeed! Tis more then time she did! I see she wants to
be the Head! Or else she'd never Tutor you about your heir! 'Tis very fine
advice methinks she gives you! She'd have you want your self to hoard for
him! But sure you will be more Wise. E'en put him to a Trade; and let him
Work. He is big enough, and then pack out the rest. I'd make the Jade fret
in her grease for something: Pray how comes she to know what passes between
you and I? She has Money enough it seems to hire her private Spies to find
our meeting out: She serves you right enough: Well, be a Fool, and let her
rail on still; And shew thy self a poor kind-hearted Ass! I'll warrant ye,
you fell upon your knees, and begg'd her Pardon, because you kept my
Company; and Promis'd that you'd never do so no more! This 'tis to have to
do with one that has a Wife! I told you first of all what I shou'd find: An
ugly Jade, to call me filthy Strumpet! Had I been by, I'd soon have made
her smart for't! Any but such a Hen-peck'd Fool as you, that had but heard
her say so, wou'd straight have given her such a dash o'th' Chops as shou'd
have beat her Teeth into her Throat, and quickly spoil'd her Prating. But I
am plagu'd with one that dares not speak a Word to vindicate me. If you are
a weary of me, tell me so; for I can quickly mend me self, if you'll but
say the Word: And if you will prefer your wrinkled Wife before my Youth and
Beauty, with all my heart, for I'm resolv'd I'll never lead this Life! To
be abus'd by an old Withered Hag! I have no patience when I think of it: A
dirty homely _Joan_! For my part, I admire how thou coud'st love her: She