Miss Fitton:
Ha, ha! Now, if I had believed a man’s oaths how I should hate myself. But, thank Heaven! I was not befooled by his vows and protestations. The player may go to his trull, some orange-girl, I suppose, and brag; but, thank God! I am not his dupe. Violet, indeed! [Laughs.]
Lacy:
Do not be hasty-rash: I know nothing; she may be but his friend and genteelly propagated: I only saw them together once.
Miss Fitton:
You would have me a credulous fool: a laughing-stock for the player and his patch. No, no! I am schooled in time. Who stoops, suffers: the man who would win me, must have no Violet.
Lacy:
It is nobler to trust too much than too little.
Miss Fitton:
I do wrong to be angry. Let us join the others, my lord, and take my thanks for your warning. [Walking towards the others.] Violet is a pretty name!