The London Prodigal

Chapter 27

ARTHUR.

Do not condemn yourself forever, Virtuous fair, you were born to love.

OLIVER.

Why, you say true, Sir Arthur, she was ybere to it so well as her mother: but I pray you shew us some zamples or reasons why you will not marry.

DELIA.

Not that I do condemn a married life, For tis no doubt a sanctimonious thing: But for the care and crosses of a wife, The trouble in that world that children bring; My vow is in heaven in earth to live alone, Husbands, howsoever good, I will have none.

OLIVER.

Why, then che will live Bachelor too. Che zet not a vig by a wife, if a wife zet not a vig by me. Come, shalls go to dinner?

FATHER.

Tomorrow I crave your companies in Mark-lane: Tonight we"ll frolic in Master Civet"s house, And to each health drink down a full carouse.

FINIS

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