Man. Why, then, my Lord, since you oblige me to proceed——if that were my case——I believe I should certainly sleep in another house.
Lady Grace. How do you mean?
Man. Only a compliment, Madam.
Lady Grace. A compliment!
Man. Yes, Madam, in rather turning myself out of doors than her.
Lady Grace. Don't you think that would be going too far?
Man. I don't know but it might, Madam; for in strict justice, I think she ought rather to go than I.
Lady Grace. This is new doctrine, Mr. Manly.
Man. As old, Madam, as Love, Honour, and Obey! When a woman will stop at nothing that's wrong, why should a man balance any thing that's right.
Lady Grace. Bless me, but this is fomenting things—