Luc. But can't you trust one another without such earnest down?
Phil. We don't think it safe, any more than you gentry, to come together without deeds executed.
Luc. Thou art a pert merry hussy.
Phil. I wish, madam, your lover and you were as happy as Tom and your servant are.
Luc. You grow impertinent.
Phil. I have done, madam; and I won't ask you what you intend to do with Mr. Myrtle, what your father will do with Mr. Bevil, nor what you all, especially my lady, mean by admitting Mr. Cimberton as particularly here as if he were married to you already; nay, you are married actually as far as people of quality are.
Luc. How is that?
Phil. You have different beds in the same house.
Luc. Pshaw! I have a very great value for Mr. Bevil, but have absolutely put an end to his pretensions in the letter I gave you for him. But my father, in his heart, still has a mind to him, were it not for this woman they talk of; and I am apt to imagine he is married to her, or never designs to marry at all.
Phil. Then Mr. Myrtle——