Clar. That's enough to burst you; but in time perhaps you'll let 'em fly as they do.
Lady Ara. Why, 'tis probable we may, for the pleasure of all polite womens lives now, you know, is founded upon entire liberty to do what they will. But shall I tell you what happened t'other night? having lost all my money but ten melancholy guineas, and throwing out for them, what do you think slipt from me?
Clar. An oath?
Lady Ara. Gud soons!
Clar. O Lord! O Lord! did not it frighten you out of your wits?
Lady Ara. Clarinda, I thought a gun had gone off.—But I forget you are a prude, and design to live soberly.
Clar. Why 'tis true; both my nature and education, do in a good degree incline me that way.
Lady Ara. Well, surely to be sober is to be terribly dull. You will marry; won't you?
Clar. I can't tell but I may.
Lady Ara. And you'll live in town?