Sir John. Servant, Sir.
Heart. How does all your Family?
Sir John. Pox o' my Family!
Const. How does your Lady? I han't seen her abroad a good while.
Sir John. Do! I don't know how she does, not I; she was well enough Yesterday; I han't been at home to-night.
Const. What, were you out of Town?
Sir John. Out of Town! No, I was drinking.
Const. You are a true Englishman; don't know your own Happiness. If I were married to such a Woman, I would not be from her a Night for all the Wine in France.
Sir John. Not from her!—--'Oons——what a time should a Man have of that!
Heart. Why, there's no Division, I hope.