Bel. O, gad! I hate your hideous fancy—you said that once before—if you must talk impertinently, for Heaven's sake let it be with variety; don't come always like the devil wrapped in flames. I'll not hear a sentence more that begins with, "I burn," or an "I beseech you, Madam."
At last she exclaims,
"O! my conscience! I could find in my heart to marry thee, purely to be rid of thee."
There is frequently a conflict of wit. Sharper tells Sir Joseph Willot that he lost many pounds, when he was defending him in a scuffle the night before. He hopes he will repay him.
Money is but dirt, Sir Joseph; mere dirt, Sir Joseph.
Sir Joseph. But I profess 'tis a dirt I have washed my hands of at present.
Lord Froth in "The Double Dealer" says,
There is nothing more unbecoming in a man of gravity than to laugh, to be pleased with what pleases the crowd. When I laugh, I always laugh alone.
Brisk. I suppose that's because you laugh at your own jests.