"MORE. Fire and furies!
"LADY BETTY. Ha! ha! he's disorder'd. Now I am easy. My Lord
Foppington, have you a mind to your revenge at piquet?
"FOP. I have always a mind to an opportunity of entertaining your ladyship, madame.
[LADY BETTY coquets with LORD FOPPINGTON.
"MORE. O Charles, the insolence of this woman might furnish out a thousand devils.
"SIR CHARLES. And your temper is enough to furnish a thousand such women. Come away—I have business for you upon the terrace.
"MORE. Let me but speak one word to her.
"SIR CHARLES. Not a syllable; the tongue's a weapon you always have the worst at. For I see you have no guard, and she carries a devilish edge.
"LADY BETTY. My lord, don't let anything I've said frighten you away; for if you have the least inclination to stay and rail, you know the old conditions; 'tis but your asking me pardon next day, and you may give your passion any liberty you think fit.
"MORE. Daggers and death! [What a picturesque, old-fashioned oath, is it not? "Daggers and death!" Writers of English melodramas, please take notice.]