Dap. Nay, she's a very Jew in that particular. To my knowledge, she'll know her man, over and over again, before she trust him.
Ran. Well, my dearest cousin, good-morrow. When I stay from you so long again, blame me to purpose, and be extremely angry; for nothing can make me amends for the loss of your company, but your reprehension of my absence. I'll take such a chiding as kindly as Russian wives do beating.
Lyd. If you were my husband, I could not take your absence more kindly than I do.
Ran. And if you were my wife, I would trust you as much out of my sight as I could, to show my opinion of your virtue.
L. Flip. A well-bred gentleman, I warrant.—Will you go then, cruel Mr. Dapperwit? [Exeunt Ranger and Dapperwit, followed by Lady Flippant.
Lyd. Have I not dissembled well, Leonore?
Leo. But, madam, to what purpose? why do you not put him to his trial, and see what he can say for himself?
Lyd. I am afraid lest my proofs, and his guilt, should make him desperate, and so contemn that pardon which he could not hope for.
Leo. 'Tis unjust to condemn him before you hear him.