m ready still to embrace you in my Arms, with all the
tenderest Affections of a loving Wife. O let me beg of you, that you wou'd
hearken to my sorrowful Complaint, pity my Tears, and suffer not your
Family to perish, but bear a Fathers Heart towards these, that are the
Children of your Body. Or if you'll pity neither me nor your poor Children,
pity your self: for you will suffer most in the Conclusion: You cannot
think that you please God in living as you 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-he