3 Gent. 'Tis very true, indeed. There is not one Man in Ten Thousand that dare be virtuous for Fear of being singular. 'Tis a Weakness which I have hitherto been too much guilty of my self; but for the future I am resolv'd upon a more steady Rule of Action.
Mast. I am very glad of it. Here's your Ring, Sir. I think it comes to about a Guinea.
3 Gent. There's the Money.
Mast. Sir, I wish you all the Joy that a good Wife can give you.
3 Gent. I thank you, Sir.
[Exit.
1 La. Well, Sir, but, after all, don't you think Marriage a Kind of a desperate Venture?
Mast. It is a desperate Venture, Madam, to be sure. But, provided there be a tolerable Share of Sense and Discretion on the Man's part, and of Mildness and Condescension on the Woman's, there is no danger of leading as happy and as comfortable a Life in that State as in any other.
Enter a fourth Lady.
4 Lady. I want a Mask, Sir, Have you got any?