Burr. What say you, madam? Is't a bargain?
Isa. 'Tis but a promise; and I have learnt a court trick for performing any thing [Aside]. Well, gentlemen, when I am married I'll think upon you; you'll grant there's a necessity I should cuckold him, if it were but to prove myself a wit.
Fail. Nay, there's no doubt you'll cuckold him, and all that; for look you, he's a person fit for nothing else; but I fear we shall not have the graffing of the horns; we must have livery and seisin beforehand of you, or I protest to gad we believe you not.
Isa. I have past my word; is't not sufficient? What! do you think I would tell a lie to save such a paltry thing as a night's lodging?—Hark you, sir. [To BURR.
Fail. Now will she attempt Burr; egad, she has found him out for the weaker vessel.
Isa. I have no kindness for that Failer; we'll strike him out, and manage Sir Timorous ourselves.
Burr. Indeed we won't.
Isa. Failer's a rook; and, besides, he's such a debauched fellow—
Burr. I am ten times worse.
Isa. Leave it, and him that taught it you: You have virtuous inclinations, and I would not have you ruin yourself. He, that serves many mistresses, surfeits on his diet, and grows dead to the whole sex: 'Tis the folly in the world next long ears and braying.