Lord Town. I wish I could see an instance of it.
Lady Town. You shall have one this moment, my Lord; for I think, when a man begins to lose his temper at home; if a woman has any prudence, why——she'll go abroad 'till he comes to himself again.
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Lord Town. Hold, Madam—I am amazed, you are not more uneasy at the life we lead! You don't want sense; and yet seem void of all humanity: for, with a blush I say it, I think, I have not wanted love.
Lady Town. Oh! don't say that, my Lord, if you suppose I have my senses.
Lord Town. What is it I have done to you? what can you complain of?
Lady Town.. Oh! nothing in the least: 'Tis true, you have heard me say; I have owed my Lord Lurcher an hundred pounds these three weeks——but what then?——a husband is not liable to his wife's debts of honour, you know,——and if a silly woman will be uneasy about money she can't be sued for, what's that to him? as long as he loves her, to be sure she can have nothing to complain of.
Lord Town. By heaven, if my whole fortune thrown into your lap, could make you delight in the chearful duties of a wife, I should think myself a gainer by the purchase.
Lady Town. That is, my Lord, I might receive your whole estate, provided you were sure I would not spend a shilling of it.
Lord Town. No, Madam; were I master of your heart, your pleasures would be mine; but different as they are, I'll feed even your follies to deserve it——Perhaps you may have some other trifling debts of honour abroad that keep you out of humour at home——at least it shall not be my fault, if I have not more of your company——There, there's a bill of five hundred——and now, Madam——