Guil. Her Eyes are Suns, by Jove.
Car. Oh, nothing is so ventrous as Love, if it be true.
Guil. Or else, two Morning Stars, All other Beauties are but Soot to her.
Jul. But shou’d my Husband—
Car. He’s safe for one dear half hour, I’ll warrant you, come.
Fran. Um—my Wife here still, must I begin to thunder.
Jul. Lord, and you be so froward, I’ll be gone.—
Car. So, her Husband, kind heart, lest she should be cruel, has himself given me the dear opportunity.—[Aside.—Be sure you keep the old Fellow in discourse awhile.
Guil. Be you as sure to cuckold him.— [Ex. Car. and Jul. —Old Fellow,—prithee what Person of Quality is that?
Fran. Person of Quality! alas, my Lord, ‘tis a silly Citizen’s Daughter.