Wor. For whom?
Plume. For a regiment—but for a woman! 'Sdeath! I have been constant to fifteen at a time, but never melancholy for one: and can the love of one bring you into this condition? Pray, who is this wonderful Helen?
Wor. A Helen, indeed! not to be won under ten years' siege; as great a beauty, and as great a jilt.
Plume. A jilt! pho! is she as great a whore?
Wor. No, no.
Plume. 'Tis ten thousand pities!—But who is she?—do I know her?
Wor. Very well.
Plume. That's impossible——I know no woman that will hold out a ten years' siege.
Wor. What think you of Melinda?
Plume. Melinda! why she began to capitulate this time twelvemonth, and offered to surrender upon honourable terms: and I advised you to propose a settlement of five hundred pounds a year to her, before I went last abroad.