Mrs. Sul. How long have you been married?
Sul. By the almanack, fourteen months—but, by my account, fourteen years.
Mrs. Sul. 'Tis thereabout, by my reckoning.
Foig. Upon my conshience, dere accounts vil agree.
Sir C. What are the bars to your mutual contentment?
Mrs. Sul. In the first place, I can't drink ale with him.
Sul. Nor can I drink tea with her.
Mrs. Sul. I can't hunt with you.
Sul. Nor can I dance with you.
Mrs. Sul. I hate cocking and racing.