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Mr. RowE'S JANE SHORE.
Defign'd for Mrs. OLDFIELD.
RODIGIOUS this! the Frail-one of our Play
"How ftrangely you expofe yourself, my dear?"
There are, 'tis true, who tell another tale,
Such rage without betrays the fire within;
Well, if our Author in the Wife offends, He has a Hufband that will make amends: He draws him gentle, tender, and forgiving, And fure fuch kind good creatures may be living. In days of old, they pardon'd breach of vows, Stern Cato's felf was no relentless spouse : 30 Plu--Plutarch, what's his name, that writes his life ? Tells us, that Cato dearly lov'd his Wife: Yet if a friend, a night or so, should need her, He'd recommend her as a special breeder. To lend a wife, few here would scruple make, 35 But, pray, which of you all would take her back? 'Tho' with the Stoic Chief our stage may ring, 'The Stoic Hufband was the glorious thing. The man had courage, was a fage, 'tis true, And lov'd his country-but what's that to you? 40 Those strange examples ne'er were made to fit ye, But the kind cuckold might inftruct the City: There, many an honest man may copy Cato, Who ne'er faw naked fword, or look'd in Plato.
If, after all, you think it a disgrace, That Edward's Mifs thus perks it in your To fee a piece of failing flesh and blood, In all the reft fo impudently good;
Faith, let the modeft Matrons of the town