Bel. That would be downright indeed.
Lady Brute. Why, after all, there's more to be said for't than you'd imagine, Child. I know, according to the strict Statute-Law of Religion, I shou'd do wrong: But if there were a Court of Chancery in Heav'n, I'm sure I shou'd cast him.
Bel. If there were a House of Lords, you might.
Lady Brute. In either I should infallibly carry my Cause. Why, he is the first Aggressor, not I.
Bel. Ay, but you know we must return Good for Evil.
Lady Brute. That may be a Mistake in the Translation—Pr'ythee be of my Opinion, Belinda; for I'm positive I'm in the right; and if you'll keep up the Prerogative of a Woman, you'll likewise be positive you are in the right, whenever you do any thing you have a mind to. But I shall play the Fool, and jest on, till I make you begin to think I'm in earnest.
Bel. I shan't take the Liberty, Madam, to think of any thing that you desire to keep a Secret from me.
Lady Brute. Alas, my Dear, I have no Secrets. My Heart cou'd never yet confine my Tongue.
Bel. Your Eyes, you mean; for I'm sure I have seen them gadding, when your Tongue has been lock'd up safe enough.