Sir Luke. I thought what you wou'd get by quarrelling—fits—and tears.
Lady. And you know, Sir Luke, if you had quarrelled, you wou'd have been in the same situation. [Rising from her seat.] But, Sir Luke, my dear, Sir Luke, show yourself a man of courage but on this occasion.—
Sir Luke. My dear, I wou'd do as much for you as I wou'd for my own life—but damn me if I think I could fight to save that.
Enter Lord Flint.
Lord. Lady Tremor, did the servant say you were very well, or very ill?
Lady. Oh, my Lord, that insolent coxcomb, the honourable Mr. Twineall—
Lord. Oh, I am very glad you put me in mind of it—I dare say I shou'd have forgot it else, notwithstanding I came on purpose.
Lady. Forgot what?
Lord. A little piece of paper here, [Pulling out a parchment.] but it will do a great deal—has he offended you?
Lady. Beyond bearing.