The devil to pay: or, The wives metamorphos'd: An opera. . t a e Devil to pay-. OR, THE Wives Metamorphosd. SCENE I. The Coblerj SON, and NELL: NELL. |R Y T H E E, good Job/on, flay with me To-night,and for once make merry at home. Job. Peace, peace, you Jade, and go Spin; forif I lack any Thread for my Stitching, I will punifhyou by virtue of my Sovereign Ay marry, no doubt of that; whilft youtake your Swing at the Alehoufc, fpend your Subftance, getdrunk as a Beafi, then come home like a Sot, and ufe one like aDog. Job. Nounz! do you prate ? Why, how now, Brazen-fac
The devil to pay: or, The wives metamorphos'd: An opera. . t a e Devil to pay-. OR, THE Wives Metamorphosd. SCENE I. The Coblerj SON, and NELL: NELL. |R Y T H E E, good Job/on, flay with me To-night,and for once make merry at home. Job. Peace, peace, you Jade, and go Spin; forif I lack any Thread for my Stitching, I will punifhyou by virtue of my Sovereign Ay marry, no doubt of that; whilft youtake your Swing at the Alehoufc, fpend your Subftance, getdrunk as a Beafi, then come home like a Sot, and ufe one like aDog. Job. Nounz! do you prate ? Why, how now, Brazen-face,do you fpeak ill of the Government ? Dont you know, Huffy,that I am King in my own Houfe, and that this is Treafon againftmy Majefty ? Nell. Did ever one hear fuch Stuff! But I pray you now, Job-fori) dont go to the Alehoufe To-night, B z % The Devil to Vay] Of, Job. Well, Ill humour you for once, but dont grow faucy up-ont; for I am invited by Sir John Loverules Butler, and am to bePrincely drunk with Punch at the Hall-Place; we fhall have aBowl large enough to fwim in. Nell. But they fay, Husband, the new Lady will not fuffer aStranger to enter her Doors; fhe grudges even a Draught of fmallBeer to her own Servants; and feveral of the Tenants have comehome with broken Heads from her Ladyfhips own Hands, onlyfor fmelling ftrong Beer in her Houfe. Job. A Pox on her, for a fanatical Jade! She has almoft dif-trafled the good Knight: But {hes now abroad, feafting with herRelations, and will fcarce come home To-night; and we are tohave much Drink, a Fiddle, and merry Gambols. Nell. O dear Husband! let me go with you, well be as merryas the Nights long. Job. Why how now, you bold Baggage! woud you be carrydto a Company of fmooth-facd, eating, drinking, lazy Serving-men ; no, no, you Jade, Ill not be a Cuckold. Nell Im fure t
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