Gripe. Never, never, for our wives have wit, neighbour, and that never palls.
Clar. And our husbands have generosity, Araminta, and that seldom palls.
Gripe. So that's a wipe for me now, because I did not give her a new-year's gift last time; but be good, and I'll think of some tea-cups for you, next year.
Mon. And perhaps I mayn't forget a fan, or as good a thing——hum, hussy.
Clar. Well, upon these encouragements, Araminta, we'll try how good we can be.
Gripe. Well, this goes most rarely: poor Money-trap, he little thinks what makes his wife so easy in his company.
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Mon. I can but pity poor neighbour Gripe. Lard, Lard, what a fool does his wife and I make of him?
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