Lady Brute. Ah! but you'd differ widely about just Causes.
Const. But Blows can bear no Dispute.
Lady Brute. Nor ill Manners much, truly.
Const. Then no Woman upon Earth has so just a Cause as you have.
Lady Brute. O, but a faithful Wife is a beautiful Character.
Const. To a deserving Husband, I confess it is.
Lady Brute. But can his Faults release my Duty?
Const. In Equity, without doubt. And where Laws dispense with Equity, Equity should dispense with Laws.
Lady Brute. Pray let's leave this Dispute; for you Men have as much Witchcraft in your Arguments, as Women have in their Eyes.
Const. But whilst you attack me with your Charms, 'tis but reasonable I assault you with mine.