L. Gal. Then know, if thou darest marry me, I will so plague thee, be so reveng’d for all those Tricks thou hast play’d me— Dost thou not dread the Vengeance Wives can take?
Sir Char. Not at all: I’ll trust thy Stock of Beauty with thy Wit.
L. Gal. Death, I will cuckold thee.
Sir Char. Why, then I shall be free o’th’ Reverend City.
L. Gal. Then I will game without cessation, till I’ve undone thee.
Sir Char. Do, that all the Fops of empty Heads and Pockets may know where to be sure of a Cully; and may they rook ye till ye lose, and fret, and chafe, and rail those youthful Eyes to sinking; watch your fair Face to pale and withered Leanness.
L. Gal. Then I will never let thee bed with me, but when I please.
Sir Char. For that, see who’ll petition first, and then I’ll change for new ones every Night.
Enter William.
Will. Madam, here’s Mr. Wilding at the Door, and will not be deny’d seeing you.