Wild. But what's the reason you will not give it me?
Jac. For the reason that we are quite broke off.
Wild. Why, are we quite, quite broke off?
Jac. Why, are we not?
Wild. Well, since 'tis past, 'tis past; but a pox of all foolish quarrelling, for my part.
Jac. And a mischief of all foolish disguisements, for my part.
Wild. But if it were to do again with another mistress, I would even plainly confess I had lost my money.
Jac. And if I had to deal with another servant, I would learn more wit than to tempt him in disguises: for that's to throw a Venice-glass to the ground, to try if it would not break.
Wild. If it were not to please you, I see no necessity of our parting.
Jac. I protest, I do it only out of complaisance to you.