Warn. If one would believe him,—which, for my part, I do not,—he has in a manner confessed it to me.
Sir John. Hell and damnation!
Warn. Courage, sir, never vex yourself; I'll warrant you 'tis all a lie.
Sir John. But, how shall I be sure 'tis so?
Warn. When you are married, you'll soon make trial, whether she be a maid or no.
Sir John. I do not love to make that experiment at my own cost.
Warn. Then you must never marry.
Sir John. Ay, but they have so many tricks to cheat a man, which are entailed from mother to daughter through all generations; there's no keeping a lock for that door, for which every one has a key.
Warn. As, for example, their drawing up their breaths, with—oh! you hurt me, can you be so cruel? then, the next day, she steals a visit to her lover, that did you the courtesy beforehand, and in private tells him how she cozened you; twenty to one but she takes out another lesson with him, to practise the next night.
Sir John. All this while, miserable I must be their May-game!