Fran. How! Make a visit to the Governor? What have I to do with the
Governor, or what have you to do with the Governor? you are no Soldier,
Love. As for a Visit to your Aunt, there’s some reason in’t; but for the
Governor, think no more upon him, I say no more.
Jul. Since he’s to marry my Sister, why shou’d you refuse him that Civility.
Fran. Your Sister, so much the worse.
Jul. So much the worse?
Fran. I, so much the worse, I tell you; for mark me, you have been Lovers lately; and old Stories may arise that are not yet forgotten; and having under the Cloke of a Husband both Sisters at command, one for a Wife, t’other for a Mistress, hoyte toyte, there will be mad work, i’faith; What a mixture of Brother by the Father’s side, and Uncle by the Mother’s side there will be; Aunt by the Mother’s side, and Sister by the Father’s side; a man may find as good kindred amongst a kennel of Beagles.—No, no, no Visits to the Governor, I beseech you, fair Madam.
Bal. So, you are at your Jealousy again.
Fran. Come, come, I love plain dealing; besides, when she named the Governor, Flesh and Blood could not contain.
Jul. I spoke in reference to his Quality.
Fran. A Pox of your Civility; I tell you, I scorn my Wife should be civil. Why, what a Coil’s here about a Governor! I’ll stand to’t, a Man had better have a Mule to his Wife than a Woman, and ‘twere easier govern’d.
Bal. But hear reason, Son.