Well (says the injur’d Gentlewoman) I’m pleas’d with your Contrivance; keep but my Counsel, and you shall see my Vengeance on this ungrateful Wretch, and with how just a Retribution I shall use him for his intended Villany. And that you may be sensible you have not lost your Labour, accept of this; and therewithal she put Ten Guineas in her hand, and promis’d her a further Token of her Gratitude: And so dismist her.—The Bawd was well pleas’d with the Mornings Work she’d made; and finding that the Goldsmith’s Wife was like to be the better Customer, she hugg’d her self for her contrivance, and her Treachery to the Cully Beau.
That Afternoon the Wrathful Lady receiv’d a Letter from her Husband, that he intended to be in Town the Thursday following, and desir’d her to meet him that day at Hammersmith about noon, where he wou’d dine with her, and so come home together. She therefore sent a Messenger to tell her Treacherous Lover she must needs speak with him on Thursday Morning, for she had something of Moment to impart to him; who presently on the receiving of this Note, came to her, fearing there might be some Discovery of their Love-enjoyment.
As soon as he was come, she tells him she was extreamly Troubled she had not seen him since; and that she never had enjoy’d more pleasure than in his Embraces; and understanding that her Husband wou’d be at home on Friday Night, she had contriv’d things so, that he might freely, and without Interruption, lie with her on Thursday Night. Which she desir’d on the Account of that affection which she had for him, and of the Pleasure which she took