Lady Flippant is in desperate want of a husband. She joins other
L. Flip. So! I am got off clear! I did not run from the men, but my companion. For all their brags, men have hardly courage to set upon us when our number is equal; now they shall see I defy 'em:—for we women have always most courage when we are alone. But, a pox! the lazy rogues come not! or they are drunk and cannot run. Oh drink! abominable drink! instead of inflaming love, it quenches it; and for one lover it encourages, it makes a thousand impotent. Curse on all wine! even Rhenish wine and sugar—
Enter Sir Simon Addleplot, muffled in a cloak.
But fortune will not see me want; here comes a single bully,—I wish he may stand;— For now a-nights the jostling nymph is bolder Than modern satyr with his cloak o'er shoulder. Well met, sir. [She puts on her mask.]
William Wycherley, Love in a Wood. http://www.gutenberg.org/files/55426/55426-h/55426-h.htm
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