MRS. FRAIL. Do with him? Send him to sea again in the next foul weather. He’s used to an inconstant element, and won’t be surprised to see the tide turned.
FORE. Wherein was I mistaken, not to foresee this? [Considers.]
SCAN. Madam, you and I can tell him something else that he did not foresee, and more particularly relating to his own fortune. [Aside to Mrs. Foresight.]
MRS. FORE. What do you mean? I don’t understand you.
SCAN. Hush, softly,—the pleasures of last night, my dear, too considerable to be forgot so soon.
MRS. FORE. Last night! And what would your impudence infer from last night? Last night was like the night before, I think.
SCAN. ’Sdeath, do you make no difference between me and your husband?
MRS. FORE. Not much,—he’s superstitious, and you are mad, in my opinion.
SCAN. You make me mad. You are not serious. Pray recollect yourself.
MRS. FORE. Oh yes, now I remember, you were very impertinent and impudent,—and would have come to bed to me.