Just. So! There's the Morning and Afternoon pretty well dispos'd of—Pray, Madam, how do you pass your Evenings?
Sir John. Like a Woman of Spirit, Sir, a great Spirit. Give me a Box and Dice—Seven's the main, Oons! Sir, I set you a hundred Pound! Why, do you think Women are married now-a-Days, to sit at home and mend Napkins? Sir, we have nobler ways of passing time.
Just. Mercy upon us, Mr. Constable, what will this Age come to?
Constab. What will it come to, indeed, if such Women as these are not set in the Stocks?
Sir John. Sir, I have a little urgent Business calls upon me; and therefore I desire the Favour of you to bring Matters to a Conclusion.
Just. Madam, if I were sure that Business were not to commit more Disorders, I wou'd release you.
Sir John. None——by my virtue.
Just. Then, Mr. Constable, you may discharge her.
Sir John. Sir, your very humble Servant. If you please to accept of a Bottle——