Lady Town. I see, my Lord, what sort of wife might please you.
Lord Town. Ungrateful woman! could you have seen yourself, you in yourself had seen her——I am amaz'd our legislature has left no precedent of a divorce for this more visible injury, this adultery of the mind, as well as that of the person! when a woman's whole heart is alienated to pleasures I have no share in, what is't to me whether a black ace, or a powder'd coxcomb has possession of it?
Lady Town. If you have not found it yet, my lord, this is not the way to get possession of mine, depend upon it.
Lord Town. That, Madam, I have long despair'd of; and since our happiness cannot be mutual, 'tis fit, that with our hearts, our persons too should separate.——This house you sleep no more in! tho' your content might grosly feed upon the dishonour of a husband, yet my desires would starve upon the features of a wife.
Lady Town. Your stile, my lord, is much of the same delicacy with your sentiments of honour.
Lord Town. Madam, Madam! this is no time for compliments——I have done with you.
Lady Town. If we had never met, my Lord, I had not broke my heart for it! but have a care I may not, perhaps, be so easily recall'd as you imagine.
Lord Town. Recall'd—Who's there!
Enter a Servant.
Desire my sister and Mr. Manly to walk up.