Married Life: A Comedy, in Three Acts

by John Baldwin Buckstone

Dis. What does it matter? who cares how old you are? you’re fifty odd—so am I; and we have been married a year and a half—more fool I—more fool you.

Mrs. Dis. (Crosses L.)—I’m going home.

Dis. Well, go.

Mrs. Dis. Don’t you intend to come with me?

Dis. No.

Mrs. Dis. You’re an unkind man, and if we never meet again—I sha’n’t be sorry.

Dis. Then the gratification will be mutual.

Mrs. Dis. Indeed! I shall take you at your word, sir—(going)—but, remember, all my property is settled on myself.

[Exit L. H.

Dis. Serves me right—after living a bachelor fifty years, I had no right to alter my situation, but I’ll apply for a divorce—I will—’twill be granted too; I’ve an excellent plea—mutual insanity.