Euph. I think you understand so well
What the true use of man is, that you'll ne'er
Trouble your thoughts with care, or spoil your beauty
With the green-sickness, to obtain a thing
Which you can purchase a discreeter way.
Art. How do you like this, madam?
Lady W. Wondrous well;
'Tis that I look'd for. But what entertainment
Would old rich Earthworm give us, do you think?
Bar. Unless your presence, madam, could infuse
A nobler soul into him, 'tis much fear'd
'Twould be but mean.
Lady W. Because (you'll say) he's covetous?
Tut! I can work a change in any man.
If I were married to him, you should see
What I would make him.
Euph. I believe we should,
If cuckold's horns were visible.
Art. But could
Your ladyship be pleas'd with such a husband?
Lady W. Who could not well be pleas'd with such a fortune?
Art. Wealth cannot make a man.
Lady W. But his wealth, lady,
Can make a woman.