Lady Ara. Then I won't come home till to-morrow night.
Lord Love. Then you shall never come home again, Madam.
[Exit.
Lady Ara. There he has knock'd me down: my father upon our marriage said, wives were come to that pass, he did not think it fit they shou'd be trusted with pin money, and so would not let this man settle one penny upon his poor wife, to serve her at a dead lift for separate maintenance.
Enter Clarinda.
Clar. Good-morrow, Madam; how do you do to-day? you seem to be in a little fluster.
Lady Ara. My Lord has been in one, and as I am the most complaisant poor creature in the world, I put myself into one too, purely to be suitable company to him.
Clar. You are prodigious good; but surely it must be mighty agreeable when a man and his wife can give themselves the same turn of conversation.
Lady Ara. O, the prettiest thing in the world.
Clar. But yet, tho' I believe there's no life so happy as a marry'd one, in the main; yet I fancy, where two people are so very much together, they must often be in want of something to talk upon.