BERINTHIA.
Don’t you think we steal forth two contemptible creatures?
LOVELESS.
Why, tolerably so, I must confess.
BERINTHIA.
And do you conceive it possible for you ever to give Amanda the least uneasiness again?
LOVELESS.
No, I think we never should indeed.
BERINTHIA.
We! why, monster, you don’t pretend that I ever entertained a thought?
LOVELESS.
Why then, sincerely and honestly, Berinthia, there is something in my wife’s conduct which strikes me so forcibly, that if it were not for shame, and the fear of hurting you in her opinion, I swear I would follow her, confess my error, and trust to her generosity for forgiveness.
BERINTHIA.
Nay, pr’ythee, don’t let your respect for me prevent you; for as my object in trifling with you was nothing more than to pique Townly, and as I perceive he has been actuated by a similar motive, you may depend on’t I shall make no mystery of the matter to him.
LOVELESS.
By no means inform him: for though I may choose to pass by his conduct without resentment, how will he presume to look me in the face again?
BERINTHIA.
How will you presume to look him in the face again?
LOVELESS.
He, who has dared to attempt the honour of my wife!