Lady Town. And now, my Lord, down to the ground I thank you——Now am I convinc'd, were I weak enough to love this man, I should never get a single guinea from him.
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Lord Town. If it be no offence, Madam——
Lady Town. Say what you please, my Lord; I am in that harmony of spirits, it is impossible to put me out of humour.
Lord Town. How long then in reason do you think that sum ought to last you?
Lady Town. Oh, my dear, dear Lord! now you have spoiled all again! How is it possible I should answer for an event, that so utterly depends upon fortune? But to shew you that I am more inclined to get money, than to throw it away——I have a strong prepossession, that with this five hundred, I shall win five thousand.
Lord Town. Madam, if you were to win ten thousand, it would be no satisfaction to me.
Lady Town. O! the churl! ten thousand! what! not so much as wish I might win ten thousand!—--Ten thousand! O! the charming sum! what infinite pretty things might a woman of spirit do, with ten thousand guineas! O' my conscience, if she were a woman of true spirit—she—she might lose 'em all again.
Lord Town. And I had rather it should be so, Madam; provided I could be sure, that were the last you would lose.
Lady Town. Well, my Lord, to let you see I design to play all the good housewife I can; I am now going to a party of Quadrille, only to piddle with a little of it at poor two guineas a fish, with the Dutchess of Quiteright.