(6) (illegible text) W. You lie ſheep's-head, we have only a litt harmleſs chat, and waſh away ſorrow with diſh a innocent liquor, on a cold morning at the expeno of five far hings, while you, fots, fool away many fillings come home drunk, beat your wife and let your neighbours in an uptoar. H. Nay, goo I wife, ſince you talk of an Uproar, pray, who bred the Tumult about my cars the other night, when you got drunk in the gin ſhop, and the porier brought you on his back, and a thousand boy hollowing it you. W. Bafe, ſtinking, degrading rogue, l enly took adran with a friend, and being faſting it made mo ſick, not drunk, you ſcoundrel dog! I have been an honeſt Wife to you, but I'll be even with you for expoſing me, yo, you dog! I will ſo.
- H A woman's revenge is the devil; but, ſure
wife, I hope that you don's intend to make me a Cuckold W. Perhaps that is not to do, firrah ſtick a Pin there. H. Be that as it will, I'm ſure there's no Man har been more constant to their marriage bed than I have been. W. Yes, when you come home drunk to ſleep and ſnore, and lie like hog or a drone; for I know no difference between a male and a female bed- fellow ſince Wedlock. H. Sure wiſe, you won't diſgrace me before my neighbours: han't you had a child once a-Year ever ſince we were married W. Cry your mercy Gaffer Fumbler, there's many are beholden to their neighboure; there's another bone for you to pick.
