Lady Fid. Foh! he's but too much a French fellow, such as hate women of quality and virtue for their love to their husbands. Sir Jasper, a woman is hated by 'em as much for loving her husband as for loving their money. But pray let's be gone.
Horn. You do well, madam; for I have nothing that you came for. I have brought over not so much as a bawdy picture, no new postures, nor the second part of the Ecole des Filles; nor—
Quack. Hold, for shame, sir! what d'ye mean? you'll ruin yourself for ever with the sex—[Apart to Horner.
Sir Jasp. Ha! ha! ha! he hates women perfectly, I find.
Mrs. Dain. What pity 'tis he should!
Lady Fid. Ay, he's a base fellow for't. But affectation makes not a woman more odious to them than virtue.
Horn. Because your virtue is your greatest affectation, madam.
Lady Fid. How, you saucy fellow! would you wrong my honour?
Horn. If I could.
Lady Fid. How d'ye mean, sir?