Mrs. Lov. I knew your Ladyship had a much superiour Aim, but my Ambition soars no higher than being an honest Citizen's Wife.
Nick. Don't it so, Mrs. Ambush? Methinks you ha' soar'd prodigiously in that; do you imagine the Ladies of Billiter-Lane, St. Mary-Ax, and French-Ordinary-Court will think you their equal.
La. Rod. I must tell you, Mr. Nicknack, you have marry'd a Gentlewoman, whose Education equals the best; her Wit and Breeding will refine your City.
Nick. Will her Wit and Breeding new furnish my House, or buy a Thousand Pound Stock in the Hollow-Blade-Company. [To Mrs. Lov.] Well, Madam, since you have plaid me a t'other end o'the Town Trick, I shall prove a t'other end o'the Town Husband, and have nothing to say to you when I can get any body else.
Mrs. Lov. I then, Sir, shall prove a t'other end o'the Town Wife, and find a great many Persons that shall have a great deal to say to me.
Sir Har. [Aside to Mrs. Lov.] Have you kept the Secret, Madam?
Mrs. Lov. No, Sir Harry, But you'll be oblig'd to me to keep another
Secret, that you endeavour'd to debauch me.
Sir Har. You gave me such Hopes, Madam, that you'll keep that for your own Reputation. [To Nick.] Your pardon, Sir, for whispering your Lady.
Nick. Sir, I have more Manners than to be jealous, especially of what I don't care two pinches of Snuff for.
Enter Servant.