Underp. What a spirit does a jealous husband give to an intrigue! Pray, is he not a most egregious silly animal?
Foss. Not exceeding wise indeed,
Underp, Rich?
Foss. He has money.
Underp. That will save the expence of her gallants. Old?
Foss. Ay, too old, heaven knows.
Underp. How came it into the puppy's head to marry?
Foss. By the instigation of Satan.
Underp. I'll help the old fool to an heir.
Foss. No doubt on't. If the whole town can do it, he will not want one.
[Aside.