Sir John. If thinking wrong were an excuse for Impertinence, Women might be justify'd in most things they say or do.
Lady Brute. I'm sorry I have said any thing to displease you.
Sir John. Sorrow for things past is of as little importance to me, as my dining at home or abroad ought to be to you.
Lady Brute. My Enquiry was only that I might have provided what you lik'd.
Sir John. Six to four you had been in the wrong there again; for what I lik'd yesterday I don't like to-day; and what I like to-day, 'tis odds I mayn't like to-morrow.
Lady Brute. But if I had ask'd you what you lik'd?
Sir John. Why then there wou'd have been more asking about it than the thing was worth.
Lady Brute. I wish I did but know how I might please you.
Sir John. Ay, but that sort of Knowledge is not a Wife's Talent.
Lady Brute. Whate'er my Talent is, I'm sure my Will has ever been to make you easy.