Married Life: A Comedy, in Three Acts

by John Baldwin Buckstone

Mrs. Y. Ah, when you lose me.

Young. Yes, dear.

Mrs. Y. That’s the kindest thing you have said since our marriage.

Young. No it an’t.

Mrs. Y. Yes it is

Young. It an’t.

Mrs. Y. It is.

Mrs. Ly. My dear friends—pray cease your bickering.

Mrs. Young. He will always contradict me.

Mrs. Ly. If you meet my husband, pray be silent on this matter, and be here to-morrow, I beg; and should I be compelled to take a desperate resource to conquer the feelings that now consume me, you will know how to pity and to pardon me.—(she sinks into a chair.)