Sir Pat. Well, I’ll fetch the Writings. Come, Isabella, I’ll not trust you out of my sight to day. Ex. Sir Pat. and Isab.
Lean. Well then, Madam, you are resolv’d upon this business of Matrimony.
L. Kno. Was it not concluded between us, Sir, this Morning? and at the near approach do you begin to fear?
Lean. Nothing, Madam, since I’m convinc’d of your Goodness.
L. Kno. You flatter, Sir, this is mere Adulation.
Lean. No, I am that wild Extravagant my Uncle render’d me, and cannot live confin’d.
L. Kno. To one Woman you mean? I shall not stand with you for a Mistress or two; I hate a dull morose unfashionable Blockhead to my Husband; nor shall I be the first example of a suffering Wife, Sir. Women were created poor obedient things.
Lean. And can you be content to spare me five or six nights in a week?
L. Kno. Oh, you’re too reasonable.
Lean. And for the rest, if I get drunk, perhaps I’ll give to you: yet in my drink I’m damn’d ill-natur’d too, and may neglect my Duty; perhaps shall be so wicked, to call you cunning, deceitful, jilting, base, and swear you have undone me, swear you have ravish’d from my faithful Heart all that cou’d make it bless’d or happy.