Mrs. Moth. I hope it will prove so; he's a parliament man only, colonel, you know there's some danger in that.
Col. O, never fear, he'll pay his landlady, tho' he don't pay his butcher.
Mrs. Moth. His wife's a clever woman.
Col. So she is.
Mrs. Moth. How do you know?
Col. I have seen her in the country, and begin to think I'll visit her in town.
Mrs. Moth. You begin to look like a rogue.
Col. What, your wicked fancies are stirring already?
Mrs. Moth. Yours are, or I'm mistaken. But I'll have none of your pranks play'd upon her.
Col. Why, she's no girl, she can defend herself.