Lady. Well, then, I would quarrel in my own house—a friend's house—a tavern—or in the streets—if any one offended me.
Sir Luke. O, my dear, I have no doubt of it—no doubt, in the least.
Lady. But, at present, it shall be in my own house,—and I will tell the gentleman to quit it immediately.
Sir Luke. Very well, my dear—pray do.
Lady. I suppose, however, I may tell him I have your authority to bid him go?
Sir Luke. Tell him I have no authority—none in the world over you—but that you will do as you like.
Lady. I can't tell him so—he won't believe it.
Sir Luke. Why not? you often tell me so, and make me believe it too.
Lady. Here the gentleman comes—go away for a moment.
Sir Luke. With all my heart, my dear.