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Love for Love
act iii   Scene VIII.
William Congreve
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       [To them] MRS FORESIGHT and MRS FRAIL.
       MRS FORESIGHT
       They have quarrelled, just as we could wish.
       BEN LEGEND
       Tar-barrel? Let your sweetheart there call me so, if he'll take your part, your Tom Essence, and I'll say something to him; gad, I'll lace his musk-doublet for him, I'll make him stink: he shall smell more like a weasel than a civet-cat, afore I ha' done with 'en.
       MRS FORESIGHT
       Bless me, what's the matter, Miss? What, does she cry? Mr Benjamin, what have you done to her?
       BEN LEGEND
       Let her cry: the more she cries the less she'll--she has been gathering foul weather in her mouth, and now it rains out at her eyes.
       MRS FORESIGHT
       Come, Miss, come along with me, and tell me, poor child.
       MRS FRAIL
       Lord, what shall we do? There's my brother Foresight and Sir Sampson coming. Sister, do you take Miss down into the parlour, and I'll carry Mr Benjamin into my chamber, for they must not know that they are fallen out. Come, sir, will you venture yourself with me? [Looking kindly on him.]
       BEN LEGEND
       Venture, mess, and that I will, though 'twere to sea in a storm.