Wild. She is so.
Con. What?
Wild. How swimmingly it goes! [Aside.]
Con. [With suppressed impatience.] Are you about to marry, neighbour Wildrake?
Are you about to marry?
Wild. Excellent. [Aside.]
Con. [Breaking out.] Why don’t you answer me?
Wild. I am.
Con. You are—
I tell you what, sir—You’re a fool!
Wild. For what?
Con. You are not fit to marry. Do not know
Enough of the world, sir! Have no more experience,
Thought, judgment, than a schoolboy! Have no mind
Of your own!—your wife will make a fool of you,
Will jilt you, break your heart! I wish she may,
I do! You have no more business with a wife
Than I have! Do you mean to say, indeed,
You are about to marry?