do:  Can you take Comfort (think you) in remembering that you have ruin’d both your self and Family, by keeping of a Whore, when you shall lie upon your Dying Bed, and your poor Soul is just taking of its flight into Eternity?  How will that Sentence terifie your Conscience, Whoremongers and Adulterers God will judge_?  Then you will wish (but wishing then, my Dear, will be in vain) that you had never given ear to that Enchanting Syren, that for a few false Joys and momentary Pleasures, betray’d your Soul to Everlasting Misery.  But if you will be Deaf to my complaints, and not regard the Ruine of your Children, nor pity your own Soul:  Tho I am sure my Grief will bring me to my Grave.  I shall be Satisfied in this, that I have done what ever lay within my Power to save you from the Ruin and Destruction to which I see you hastening._ And when she had said this, she seconded her Words with Tears, and fell a weeping till she cou’d weep no more.

Yet all this would not molifie her unrelenting Husband, nor work any change upon him; for he regarded neither what she said, nor the sorrowful moans and complaints of her almost Famished Infants:  For all she gets for her affectionate Counsel and Advice, is to be sometimes rail’d at, and at other times jeer’d and flouted.

Soon after he goes to his Drab again, and to her he repeats what his Wife had said to him:  which so far had rais’d her Choler, that she gives it vent in such Language as this: 

What has she fed upon nothing but Crabbs of late, that she is grown so sowr!  She now begins to prate it seems!  ’Tis time to bring her down:  A stinking dirty Slut, to rail at me!  And you to stand by, like a Fool, and let her!  I am afraid she’s too full fed; that makes her be so malapert; but had but I the ordering of her, I vow to gad I’d quickly make her pinch for’t.  She shou’d be glad to get a piece of Bread:  And that it self’s too good for her, I wonder how she had the Impudence to prate to you:  But she knows well enough she has a Tender-hearted Fool to deal withal; she must advise ye!  Marry gap indeed!  Tis more then time she did!  I see she wants to be the Head!  Or else she’d never Tutor you about your heir!  ’Tis very fine advice methinks she gives you!  She’d have you want your self to hoard for him!  But sure you will be more Wise.  E’en put him to a Trade; and let him Work.  He is big enough, and then pack out the rest.  I’d make the Jade fret in her grease for something:  Pray how comes she to know what passes between you and I?  She has Money enough it seems to hire her private Spies to find our meeting out:  She serves you right enough:  Well, be a Fool, and let her rail on still; And shew thy self a poor kind-hearted Ass!  I’ll warrant ye, you fell upon your knees, and begg’d her Pardon, because you kept my Company; and Promis’d that you’d never do so no more!  This ’tis to have to do with one that has a Wife!  I told you first of all what I shou’d find:  An ugly Jade, to call me