Lady Town. My Lord——you would make a woman mad!
Lord Town. You'd make a man a fool.
Lady Town. If Heav'n has made you otherwise, that won't be in my power.
Lord Town. Whatever may be in your inclination, Madam; I'll prevent you making me a Beggar at least.
Lady Town. A Beggar! Crœsus! I'm out of Patience! I won't come home 'till four to-morrow morning.
Lord Town. That may be, Madam; but I'll order the doors to be lock'd at twelve.
Lady Town. Then I won't come home 'till to-morrow night.
Lord Town. Then, Madam;——You shall never come home again.
[Exit Lord Town.
Lady Town. What does he mean! I never heard such a word from him in my life before! the Man always us'd to have manners in his worst humours! there's something, that I don't see, at the bottom of all this——but his head's always upon some impracticable scheme or other, so I won't trouble mine any longer about him. Mr. Manly, your Servant.