Xa. I wish you the same, my dear Eulalia. Methinks you look prettier than you use to do.
Eu. What, do you begin to banter me already?
Xa. No, upon my Word, for you seem so to me.
Eu. Perhaps then my new Cloaths may set me off to Advantage.
Xa. You guess right, it is one of the prettiest Suits I ever beheld in all my Life. It is English Cloth, I suppose.
Eu. It is indeed of English Wool, but it is a Venetian Dye.
Xa. It is as soft as Silk, and 'tis a charming Purple. Who gave you this fine Present?
Eu. My Husband. From whom should a virtuous Wife receive Presents but from him?
Xa. Well, you are a happy Woman, that you are, to have such a good Husband. For my Part, I wish I had been married to a Mushroom when I was married to my Nick.
Eu. Why so, pray? What! is it come to an open Rupture between you already?