L. Flip. Yes; but I never did so mean a thing as really to love any.
Lyd. You had once a husband.
L. Flip. Fy! madam, do you think me so ill bred as to love a husband?
Lyd. You had a widow's heart, before you were a widow, I see.
L. Flip. I should rather make an adventure of my honour with a gallant for a gown, a new coach, a necklace, than clap my husband's cheeks for them, or sit in his lap. I should be as ashamed to be caught in such a posture with a husband, as a brisk well-bred spark of the town would be to be caught on his knees at prayers—unless to his mistress.
Enter Ranger and Dapperwit.
Lyd. Mr. Ranger, 'twas obligingly done of you.
Ran. Indeed, cousin, I had kept my promise with you last night, but this gentleman knows—
Lyd. You mistake me; but you shall not lessen any favour you do to me. You are going to excuse your not coming to me last night, when I take it as a particular obligation, that though you threatened me with a visit, upon consideration you were so civil as not to trouble me.