Ber. It shou'd be nothing, if I were in your Case.
Aman. Why, what wou'd you do?
Ber. I'd cure myself.
Aman. How?
Ber. Let Blood in the fond Vein: Care as little for my Husband as he did for me.
Aman. That would not stop his Course.
Ber. Nor nothing else, when the Wind's in the warm Corner. Look you, Amanda, you may build Castles in the Air, and fume, and fret, and grow thin and lean, and pale and ugly, if you please. But I tell you, no Man worth having is true to his Wife, or can be true to his Wife, or ever was, or ever will be so.
Aman. Do you then really think he's false to me? for I did but suspect him.
Ber. Think so? I know he's so.