Clar. Save you, save you good folks, you are all in rare humour methinks.
Gripe. Why, what shou'd we be otherwise for, Madam?
Clar. Nay, I don't know, not I, my dear; but I han't had the happiness of seeing you since our honey-moon was over, I think.
Gripe. Why to tell you the truth, my dear, 'tis the joy of seeing you at home; [Kisses her.] You see what charms you have, when you are pleased to make use of 'em.
Aram. Very gallant truly.
Clar. Nay, and what's more, you must know, he's never to be otherwise henceforwards; we have come to an agreement about it.
Mon. Why, here's my love and I have been upon just such another treaty too.
Aram. Well, sure there's some very peaceful star rules at present. Pray heaven continue its reign.
Mon. Pray do you continue its reign, you ladies; for 'tis all in your power.