Heart. Why did you marry, then? You were old enough to know your own Mind.
Sir John. Why did I marry? I married because I had a mind to lie with her, and she would not let me.
Heart. Why did you not ravish her?
Sir John. Yes, and so have hedg'd myself into forty Quarrels with her Relations, besides buying my pardon: But more than all that, you must know, I was afraid of being damn'd in those days: For I kept sneaking, cowardly Company, Fellows that went to Church, said Grace to their Meat, and had not the least Tincture of Quality about them.
Heart. But I think you are got into a better Gang now?
Sir John. Zoons, Sir, my Lord Rake and I are Hand and Glove: I believe we may get our Bones broke together to-night; have you a mind to share a Frolick?
Const. Not I, truly; my Talent lies to softer Exercises.
Sir John. What, a Down-Bed and a Strumpet? A pox of Venery, I say. Will you come and drink with me this Afternoon?
Const. I can't drink to-day, but we'll come and sit an Hour with you, if you will.
Sir John. Phugh, Pox, sit an Hour! Why can't you drink?