[323]She says to Maskwell, her lover: "You want but leisure to invent fresh falsehood, and soothe me to a fond belief of all your fictions; but I will stab the lie that's forming in your heart, and save a sin, in pity to your soul."—Congreve, "Double Dealer," V. 17.
[324]Farquhar, "The Beaux Stratagem," II. 1.
[325]Vanbrugh, "Provoked Wife," V. 6.
[326]Vanbrugh, "Provoked Wife," III. 2.
[327]Ibid. V. 2.
[328]The valet Rasor says to his master: "Come to your kennel, you cuckoldy drunken sot you."—Ibid.
[329]Vanbrugh's "Relapse," III. 2.
[330]Ibid.
[331]Vanbrugh's "Relapse," III. 2.
[332]Ibid. III. 5.