LADY TEAZLE. Horrid!—I swear I never did.
SIR PETER. This, madam, was your situation—and what have I not done for you? I have made you woman of Fashion of Fortune of Rank—in short I have made you my wife.
LADY TEAZLE. Well then and there is but one thing more you can make me to add to the obligation.
SIR PETER. What's that pray?
LADY TEAZLE. Your widow.—
SIR PETER. Thank you Madam—but don't flatter yourself for though your ill-conduct may disturb my Peace it shall never break my Heart I promise you—however I am equally obliged to you for the Hint.
LADY TEAZLE. Then why will you endeavour to make yourself so disagreeable to me—and thwart me in every little elegant expense.
SIR PETER. 'Slife—Madam I pray, had you any of these elegant expenses when you married me?
LADY TEAZLE. Lud Sir Peter would you have me be out of the Fashion?
SIR PETER. The Fashion indeed!—what had you to do with the Fashion before you married me?