SCENE III. Changes to a Chamber.
Enter L. Galliard, Wilding, Closet. To them Wilding, delivers the Fan, and is retiring.
L. Gal. Stay, I hear you’re wondrous free of your Tongue, when ‘tis let loose on me.
Wild. Who, I, Widow? I think of no such trifles.
L. Gal. Such Railers never think when they’re abusive; but something you have said, a Lye so infamous!
Wild. A Lye, and infamous of you! impossible! What was it that I call’d you, Wise or Honest?
L. Gal. How can you accuse me with the want of either?
Wild. Yes, of both: Had you a grain of Honesty, or intended ever to be thought so, wou’d you have the impudence to marry an old Coxcomb, a Fellow that will not so much as serve you for a Cloke, he is so visibly and undeniably impotent?
L. Gal. Your Uncle you mean.
Wild. I do, who has not known the Joy of Fornication this thirty Year, and now the Devil and you have put it into his Head to marry, forsooth. Oh, the Felicity of the Wedding-Night!