Bel. Why, really, I would not alter it at all. Methinks 'tis very pretty as it is.
Lady Brute. Ay, that's, true: But you know one grows weary of the prettiest things in the World, when one has had 'em long.
Sir John. Yes, I have taught her that.
Bel. Shall we provoke him a little?
Lady Brute. With all my Heart. Belinda, don't you long to be marry'd?
Bel. Why, there are some things in it I could like well enough.
Lady Brute. What do you think you shou'd dislike?
Bel. My Husband, a hundred to one else.
Lady Brute. O ye wicked Wretch! Sure you don't speak as you think?
Bel. Yes, I do: especially if he smoak'd Tobacco.