LADY TEAZLE. For my Part—I should think you would like to have your wife thought a woman of Taste—
SIR PETER. Aye there again—Taste! Zounds Madam you had no Taste when you married me—
LADY TEAZLE. That's very true indeed Sir Peter! after having married you I should never pretend to Taste again I allow.
SIR PETER. So—so then—Madam—if these are your Sentiments pray how came I to be honour'd with your Hand?
LADY TEAZLE. Shall I tell you the Truth?
SIR PETER. If it's not too great a Favour.
LADY TEAZLE. Why the Fact is I was tired of all those agreeable Recreations which you have so good naturally [naturedly] Described—and having a Spirit to spend and enjoy a Fortune—I determined to marry the first rich man that would have me.
SIR PETER. A very honest confession—truly—but pray madam was there no one else you might have tried to ensnare but me.
LADY TEAZLE. O lud—I drew my net at several but you were the only one I could catch.
SIR PETER. This is plain dealing indeed—