Wife.—Nay, my dear, it is not for me to direct that part; you know how to cure the evil which you sensibly feel the mischief of. If I do my part, I don't doubt you know how to do yours.
Husb.—Yes, I know, but it is hard, very hard.
Wife.—Nay, I hope it is no harder for you than it is for your wife.
Husb.—That is true, indeed, but I'll see.
Wife.—The question to me is not whether it is hard, but whether it is necessary.
Husb.—Nay, it is necessary, that is certain.
Wife.—Then I hope it is as necessary to you as to your wife.
Husb.—I know not where to begin.
Wife.—Why, you keep two horses and a groom, you keep rich high company, and you sit long at the Fleece every evening. I need say no more; you know where to begin well enough.
Husb.—It is very hard; I have not your spirit, my dear.