LADY TEAZLE. Nay—you know if you will be angry without any reason—my Dear——
SIR PETER. There now you want to quarrel again.
LADY TEAZLE. No—I am sure I don't—but if you will be so peevish——
SIR PETER. There—now who begins first?
LADY TEAZLE. Why you to be sure—I said nothing[—]but there's no bearing your Temper.
SIR PETER. No—no—my dear—the fault's in your own temper.
LADY TEAZLE. Aye you are just what my Cousin Sophy said you would be—
SIR PETER. Your Cousin Sophy—is a forward impertinent Gipsey—
LADY TEAZLE. Go you great Bear—how dare you abuse my Relations—
SIR PETER. Now may all the Plagues of marriage be doubled on me, if ever I try to be Friends with you any more——