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Title:  The Spanish wives a farce, as it was acted by His Majesty's servants at the theatre in Dorset-Garden.
Author: Pix, Mary, 1666-1720.
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that Liberty, which, against our Country's Custom, I had given her.Col.That I'm sorry for; but cannot ask more.Gov.But I shall ask you to be gone. — Diego —get one of my closest Chairs, and let him be convey'd home, as sick.Col.Oh, I cou'd tear my Flesh.Gov.No, no, fast and mortifie it.Col.I own you generous, but have not the Heart to thank you.Gov.I tell ye once again— your Absence will best express your Acknowledgment.Col.Your Servant.Gov.Oh, your very humble Servant, sweet Friend in a cor∣ner! — Now, Diego! help to equip me. Exit Colonel.Dieg.My Lord!Gov.The Perruque, the Perruque block — oh, how the amorous Rogue has perfum'd it, — the Pulvil, Essence, and Powder o'ercomes me.Dieg.My Lord, may I presume to tell ye,— your black Beard, and that white Perruque look very disagreeable.Gov.No matter, the Curtains will hide that. — Now go to my Wife, and tell her, I am gone to the Castle, to see the Guards reliev'd, and shall sup there.—Tell her also, I desire she wou'd visit the wounded Colonel in my absence.— Exit Diego. — Now I shall find if Tittup knew the bottom on't, and were consenting to this Roguery. Throws himself on the Bed.Enter his Lady, and Spywell her Woman.Lady.Oh, we are happy beyond what we cou'd expect; my Husband sups at the Castle to night, — yet I tremble every Limb of me: — I swear I love this old Governor, and no∣thing but this charming Englishman cou'd have tempted me to break my Vows.Spyw.Madam, you walk and talk, you know not where— you are in his Chamber. Goes towards his Bed.Lady.— My Love, my Life, wilt thou not meet me? there is no further need of Counterfeiting.Governor leaps up, and snatches her Hand.0