Fos. This is the first blest minute of repose that I have enjoy'd in matrimony. Dost thou know the reason, my dear, why I have chosen thee of all womankind?
Town. My face, perhaps.
Fos. No.
Town. My wit?
Fos. No.
Town. My virtue and good humour.
Fos. No. But for the natural conformity of our constitutions. Because thou art hot and moist in the third degree, and I myself cold and dry in the first.
Town. And so nature has coupled us like the elements.
Fos. Thou hast nothing to do but to submit thy constitution to my regimen.
Town. You shall find me obedient in all things.