Falkner. I forbid the banns!
Sir W. The devil you do!
Falkner. Pshaw! (aside) my feelings o’erstep my discretion. Take care what you’re about—If you’re an honest man, you’d rather see her dead than married to a villain.
Sir W. To be sure I would; but the man I mean her to marry—
Falkner. Perhaps will never be her husband.
Sir W. The devil he wont! why not?
Falkner. Talk of something else—you know I was always an eccentric being—
Sir W. What the devil does he mean? yes, yes you was always eccentric; but do you know—
Falkner. I know more than I wish to know; I’ve lived long enough in the world to know that roguery fattens on the same soil where honesty starves; and I care little whether time adds to information which opens to me more and more the depravity of human nature.
Sir W. Why, Falkner, you are grown more a misanthrope than ever.