Eliza. Only that you mind other people's actions so much that you take no care of your own, but to hide 'em; that, like a thief, because you know yourself most guilty, you impeach your fellow-criminals first, to clear yourself.
Oliv. O wicked world!
Eliza. That you pretend an aversion to all mankind in public, only that their wives and mistresses may not be jealous, and hinder you of their conversation in private.
Oliv. Base world!
Eliza. That abroad you fasten quarrels upon innocent men for talking of you, only to bring 'em to ask your pardon at home, and to become dear friends with them, who were hardly your acquaintance before.
Oliv. Abominable world!
Eliza. That you condemn the obscenity of modern plays, only that you may not be censured for never missing the most obscene of the old ones.
Oliv. Damned world!
Eliza. That you deface the nudities of pictures, and little statues, only because they are not real.[124]
Oliv. O, fy! fy! fy! hideous, hideous! Cousin, the obscenity of their censures makes me blush!