Flip. O, Sir, soon or late wives come into good humour: husbands must only have a little patience to wait for it.
Clar. The innocent little diversions, dear, that I shall content myself with, will be chiefly play and company.
Gripe. O, I'll find you employment, your time shan't lie upon your hands, tho' if you have a mind now for such a companion as a——let me see——Araminta for example, why I shan't be against her being with you from morning till nigh.
Clar. You can't oblige me more, 'tis the best woman in the world.
Gripe. Is not she?
Flip. Ah, the old satyr!
[Aside.
Gripe. Then we'll have, besides her, may be sometimes——her husband; and we shall see my niece that writes verses, and my sister Fidget: with her husband's brother that's always merry; and his little cousin that's to marry the fat curate; and my uncle the apothecary, with his wife and all his children. O we shall divert ourselves rarely.
Flip. Good.
[Aside.