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were never to lie with him more, you would be with Child.
Lady. Oh! you hurt me but with supposing it.
Cou. I understand you, Child, but don't interrupt me.
Lady. Well, I won't; tho' you wound[1] me deep every Word you say; but pray go on.
Cou. I must suppose, as before then, that you conceived as lately as you can imagine; whenever such a Thing happens, it must take its Beginning some where or other.
Lady. Well, what then?
Cou. Why then, if you take a Medicine to prevent it after 'tis done, is not that destroying it?
Lady. You fright me, Cousin.
Cou. I can't help that, I had rather fright you than deceive you; the Difference is only here, that by this Medicine you destroy a younger Conception than you would do in the other Case; but it is no less a real and an effectual Child in Embrio, than the other.
Lady. And is not that a Difference?
Cou. What Difference in Murther, whether the Person killed be a Man grown, or a little Boy?
Lady. What must I do then? Cousin.
Cou. What must you do? Why, be quiet and easy, Child, and take your Lot in the World, as other Women do.
- ↑ Here she cries, fearing she is with Child, and dreading to hear that it is not lawful to destroy it.
Lady,
