Sir LUKE.
We neither of us ought to forgive her—were I you, I'd get a divorce.
SERJEANT.
So I will—provided you will promise not to marry her after.
Sir LUKE.
Me! I'll sooner be torn to pieces by wild horses—no, my dear friend, we will retire to my house in the country together, and there, in innocence and simplicity, feeding our pigs and pigeons, like Pyramus and Thisbe, we will live the paragons of the age.
SERJEANT.
Agreed; we will be the whole earth to each other; for, as Mr. Shakespur says,
| "The friend thou hast and his adoption try'd Clasp to thy soul, and quit the world beside."— |
Sir LUKE.