Count Bel. Ah! and begar, I tink the dialogue was vera pretty.
Mrs. Sul. Then I suppose, sir, you heard something of your own barbarity?
Squire Sul. Barbarity! 'oons, what does the woman call barbarity? Do I ever meddle with you? [411]
Mrs. Sul. No.
Squire Sul. As for you, sir, I shall take another time.
Count Bel. Ah, begar, and so must I.
Squire Sul. Look'ee, madam, don't think that my anger proceeds from any concern I have for your honour, but for my own, and if you can contrive any way of being a whore without making me a cuckold, do it and welcome. [419]
Mrs. Sul. Sir, I thank you kindly, you would allow me the sin but rob me of the pleasure. No, no, I 'm resolved never to venture upon the crime without the satisfaction of seeing you punished for't.
Squire Sul. Then will you grant me this, my dear? Let anybody else do you the favour but that Frenchman, for I mortally hate his whole generation.
[Exit.