Wild. Wenching! how ill hast thou tim’d thy Jealousy! What Banker, that to morrow is to pay a mighty Sum, wou’d venture out his Stock to day in little Parcels, and lose his Credit by it?
Charl. You wou’d, perfidious as you are, though all your Fortune, all your future Health, depended on that Credit. [Angry.
Wild. So, hark ye, Mrs. Clacket, you have been prating I find in my Absence, giving me a handsom Character to Charlot—You hate any good thing shou’d go by your own Nose. [Aside to Clacket.
Mrs. Clack. By my Nose, Mr. Wilding! I defy you: I’d have you to know, I scorn any good thing shou’d go by my Nose in an uncivil way.
Wild. I believe so.
Mrs. Clack. Have I been the Confident to all your Secrets this three years, in Sickness and in Health, for richer, for poorer; conceal’d the Nature of your wicked Diseases, under the honest Name of Surfeits; call’d your filthy Surgeons, Mr. Doctor, to keep up your Reputation; civilly receiv’d your t’other end of the Town young Relations at all Hours—
Wild. High!
Mrs. Clack. Been up with you, and down with you early and late, by Night and by Day; let you in at all Hours, drunk and sober, single and double; and civilly withdrawn, and modestly shut the Door after me?
Wild. What! The Storm’s up, and the Devil cannot lay it.
Mrs. Clack. And I am thus rewarded for my Pains! [Weeps.