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Not far from hence, there is a nightly meeting Of worthy, sober, well-disposed folks, Who once a week do offer up their prayers And chant most faintly hymns till morning dawn, It is more likely you will find him there. (Omnes laughing)

She's gone.

Yes, yes; come from thy hiding place.

Now what a most unreasonable woman! Thinks she, thus ripen'd to these manly years, That I must run whene'er my finger aches To lean my silly head upon her lap? 'Tis well I have no wife.

Ay, so it is. There is no pleasing those high legal dames With endless claims upon a man's regard: Heaven save us from them all!

Well, this I drink to precious liberty: