Sir Feeb. But wou’d a wise man expose his Wife?
Sir Cau. Why, Cato was a wiser Man than I, and he lent his Wife to a young Fellow they call’d Hortensius, as Story says; and can a wise Man have a better Precedent than Cato?
Sir Feeb. I say, Cato was an Ass, Sir, for obliging any young Rogue of ’.m all.
Sir Cau. But I am of Cato’s mind. Well, a single Night you say.
Gay. A single Night—to have—to hold—possess—and so forth, at discretion.
Sir Cau. A Night—I shall have her safe and sound i’th’ Morning.
Sir Feeb. Safe, no doubt on’t—but how sound.—
Gay. And for Non-performance, you shall pay me three hundred Pounds, I’ll forfeit as much if I tell—
Sir Cau. Tell?—why, make your three hundred pounds six hundred, and let it be put into the Gazet, if you will, Man.—But it’s a Bargain?
Gay. Done—Sir Feeble shall be witness—and there stands my Hat.