Aman. Is it possible? Pray tell me what you know.
Ber. Don't press me then to name Names; for that I have sworn I won't do.
Aman. Well, I won't; but let me know all you can without Perjury.
Ber. I'll let you know enough to prevent any wise Woman's dying of the Pip; and I hope you'll pluck up your Spirits, and shew, upon occasion, you can be as good a Wife as the best of 'em.
Aman. Well, what a Woman, can do I'll endeavour.
Ber. O, a Woman can do a great deal, if once she sets her mind to it. Therefore pray don't stand trifling any longer, and teasing yourself with this and that, and your Love and your Virtue, and I know not what. But resolve to hold up your Head, get a tiptoe, and look over them all; for to my certain knowledge your husband is a pickering elsewhere.
Aman. You are sure on't?
Ber. Positively, he fell in love at the Play.
Aman. Right, the very same; do you know the ugly thing?
Ber. Yes, I know her well enough; but she's no such ugly thing, neither.