Lord Town. What does my sister, Lady Grace, do at home?
Lady Town. Why, that is to me amazing! Have you ever any pleasure at home!
Lord Town. It might be in your power, Madam, I confess, to make it a little more comfortable to me.
Lady Town. Comfortable! and so, my good Lord, you would really have a woman of my rank and spirit stay at home to comfort her husband! Lord! what notions of life some men have!
Lord Town. Don't you think, Madam, some ladies' notions full as extravagant?
Lady Town. Yes, my Lord, when the tame doves live cooped within the penn of your precepts, I do think 'em prodigious indeed!
Lord Town. And when they fly wild about this town, Madam, pray what must the world think of 'em then?
Lady Town. Oh! this world is not so ill-bred as to quarrel with any woman for liking it.
Lord Town. Nor am I, Madam, a husband so well-bred, as to bear my wife's being so fond of it; in short, the life you lead, Madam——
Lady Town. Is, to me, the pleasantest life in the world.