Aman. I hope 'twas yours, at least.
Ber. Mine, say ye? Now I have a great mind to tell you a Lye, but I shou'd do it so aukwardly, you'd find me out.
Aman. Then e'en speak the Truth.
Ber. Shall I?——Then after all, I did love him, Amanda——as a Nun does Penance. Aman. Why did not you refuse to marry him, then?
Ber. Because my Mother wou'd have whipt me.
Aman. How did you live together?
Ber. Like Man and Wife—asunder;
He lov'd the Country, I the Town.
He Hawks and Hounds, I Coaches and Equipage.
He Eating and Drinking, I Carding and Playing.
He the Sound of a Horn, I the Squeak of a Fiddle.
We were dull Company at Table, worse a-bed.
Whenever we met, we gave one another the Spleen.
And never agreed but once, which was about lying alone.
Aman. But tell me one thing truly and sincerely.
Ber. What's that?