Col. For all that, I doubt, a good Wife must be bespoke, for there is none ready made.
Miss. I suppose, the Gentleman’s a Woman-Hater; but, Sir, I think, you ought to remember, that you had a Mother: And pray, if it had not been for a Woman, where would you have been, Colonel?
Col. Nay, Miss, you cry’d W——e first, when you talk’d of the Knapsack.
Lady Answ. But I hope you won’t blame the whole Sex, because some are bad.
Neverout. And they say, he that hates Woman, suck’d a Sow.
Col. Oh! Madam; there’s no general Rule without an Exception.
Lady Smart. Then, why don’t you marry, and settle?
Col. Egad, Madam, there’s nothing will settle me but a Bullet.
Ld. Sparkish. Well, Colonel, there’s one Comfort, that you need not fear a Cannon-Bullet.
Col. Why so, my Lord?