Young Fash. Why do you think it shou'd?
Lord Fop. Because I remember mine did so, when I heard my Father was shat thro' the Head?
Young Fash. It then did very ill.
Lord Fop. Pr'ythee, why so?
Young Fash. Because he us'd you very well.
Lord Fop. Well?—naw strike me dumb, he starv'd me. He has let me want a Thausand Women for want of a Thausand Paund.
Young Fash. Then he hindered you from making a great many ill Bargains; for I think no Woman is worth Money, that will take Money.
Lord Fop. If I were a younger Brother, I shou'd think so too.
Young Fash. Why, is it possible you can value a Woman that's to be bought?
Lord Fop. Pr'ythee, why not as well as a Pad-Nag?