Sir C. Then the interest of the master must be consulted before that of his servant.
Sul. Sir, you shall dine with me to-morrow——Oons, I always thought that we were naturally one.
Sir C. Sir, I know that my two hands are naturally one, because they love one another, kiss one another, help one another in all the actions of life; but I could not say so much if they were always at cuffs.
Sul. Then 'tis plain that we are two.
Sir C. Why don't you part with her, sir?
Sul. Will you take her, sir?
Sir C. With all my heart.
Sul. You shall have her to-morrow morning, and a venison pasty into the bargain.
Sir C. You'll let me have her fortune too?
Sul. Fortune! why, sir, I have no quarrel to her fortune——I only hate the woman, sir, and none but the woman shall go.