Const. I'm sorry for it.
Lady Brute. I'm sorry to hear you say so.
Const. Pray why?
Lady Brute. Because, if you expected more from it, you have a worse Opinion of my Understanding than I desire you should have.
Const. [Aside.] I comprehend her: She would have me set a Value upon her Chastity, that I might think myself the more oblig'd to her when she makes me a Present of it. [To her.] I beg you will believe I did but rally, Madam; I know you judge too well of Right and Wrong, to be deceiv'd by Arguments like those. I hope you'll have so favourable an Opinion of my Understanding too, to believe the thing call'd Virtue has Worth enough with me, to pass for an eternal Obligation where'er 'tis sacrific'd.
Lady Brute. It is, I think, so great a one as nothing can repay.
Const. Yes; the making the Man you love your everlasting Debtor.
Lady Brute. When Debtors once have borrow'd all we have to lend, they are very apt to grow shy of their Creditors' Company.
Const. That, Madam, is only when they are forc'd to borrow of Usurers, and not of a generous Friend. Let us choose our Creditors, and we are seldom so ungrateful to shun 'em.
Lady Brute. What think you of Sir John, Sir? I was his free Choice.