[Leering at Clarissa.
Gripe. My neighbour Money-trap says true at least I'll confess frankly [Ogling Araminta.] 'tis in one lady's power to make me the best-humour'd man on earth.
Mon. And I'll answer for another, that has the same over me.
[Ogling Clarissa.
Clar. 'Tis mighty fine, gentlemen, mighty civil husbands indeed.
Gripe. Nay, what I say's true, and so true, that all quarrels being now at an end, I am willing, if you please, to dispense with all that fine company we talk'd of to-day, be content with the friendly conversation of our two good neighbours here, and spend all my toying hours alone with my sweet wife.
Mon. Why, truly, I think now, if these good women pleas'd, we might make up the prettiest little neighbourly company between our two families, and set a defiance to all the impertinent people in the world.
[Aside.
Clar. The rascals!
Aram. Indeed I doubt you'd soon grow weary, if we grew fond.