Aram. As well as a woman can do, that has not slept all night.
Flip. Methinks, Madam, you are pretty well-awake, however.
Aram. O, 'tis not a little thing will make a woman of my vigour look drowsy.
Clar. But, pr'ythee, what was't disturb'd you?
Aram. Not your husband, don't trouble yourself; at least, I am not in love with him yet.
Clar. Well remember'd, I had quite forgot that matter. I wish you much joy, you have made a noble conquest indeed.
Aram. But now I have subdu'd the country, pray is it worth my keeping? You know the ground, you have try'd it.
Clar. A barren soil, heaven can tell.
Aram. Yet if it were well cultivated, it would produce something to my knowledge. Do you know 'tis in my power to ruin this poor thing of yours? His whole Estate is at my Service.