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And comic poet, Thomas Addlebrain,
Who suffer'd Monday last at Drury-Lane;
All for the price of half-penny a piece :'
Still in his ears these horrid sounds encrease!
Try'd and condemn'd, half executed too,

There stands the culprit, 'till repriev'd by you. [Going.

Enter Miss YOUNGE.

Miss Younge.

Pray, give me leave-I've something now to say.

Mr. King.

Is't at the School for Wives you're taught this way? The School for Husbands teaches to obey.

Miss Younge.

[Exit.

It is a shame, good sirs, that brother King,
To joke and laughter should turn every thing.
Our frighted poet would have no denial,
But begs me to say something on his trial:
The School for Wives, as it to us belongs,
Should, for our use, be guarded with our tongues.
Ladies, prepare, arm well your brows and eyes,
From those your thunder, these your lightning flies.
Should storms be rising in the pit-look down,
And still the waves thus, fair ones, with a frown;
Or should the galleries for war declare;

Look up your eyes will carry twice as far.

* Our bard to noble triumphs points your way,

Bids you in moral principles be gay;

Something he'd alter in your education

Something which, hurting you, would hurt a nation.
Ingenuous natures wish you to reclaim;

By smiling virtue you'll ensure your aim:
That gilds with bliss the matrimonial hours,
And blends her laurels with the sweetest flowers.

Ye married fair! deign to attend our school,
And, without usurpation, learn to rule:
Soon will he cease mean objects to pursue,
In conscience wretched till he lives to you;
Your charms will reformation's pain beguile,
And vice receive a stab from ev'ry smile.

* The conclusion of the prologue from this line is by another hand.

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THE SCHOOL FOR WIVES.

ACT I. SCENE 1.

An Apartment at BELVILLE'S. Enter Captain SAVAGE, and Miss WALSINGHAM.

Captain Savage.

Ha, ha, ha! Well, Miss Walsingham, this fury is going; what a noble peal she has wrung in Belville's

ears!

Miss Wal. Did she see you, Captain Savage ›

Capt. No, I took care of that: for though she is not married to my father, she has ten times the influence of a wife, and might injure me not a little with him, if I did not support her side of the question. Miss Wal. It was a pleasant conceit of Mr. Belville, to insinuate the poor woman was disordered in her senses!

Capt. And did you observe how the termagant's violence of temper, supported the probability of the charge?

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