Eliza. A very pretty turn, indeed, this! [Aside.
Ver. Now, cousin, since by my wife I have that honour and privilege of calling you so, I have something to beg of you too; which is not to take notice of our marriage to any whatever yet a while, for some reasons very important to me. And, next, that you will do my wife the honour to go home with her; and me the favour, to use that power you have with her, in our reconcilement.
Eliza. That I dare promise, sir, will be no hard matter. Your servant.—[Exit Vernish.]—Well, cousin, this, I confess, was reasonable hypocrisy; you were the better for't.
Oliv. What hypocrisy?
Eliza. Why, this last deceit of your husband was lawful, since in your own defence.
Oliv. What deceit? I'd have you to know I never deceived my husband.
Eliza. You do not understand me, sure: I say, this was an honest come-off, and a good one. But 'twas a sign your gallant had had enough of your conversation, since he could so dexterously cheat your husband in passing for a woman.
Oliv. What d'ye mean, once more, with my gallant and passing for a woman?
Eliza. What do you mean? you see your husband took him for a woman.
Oliv. Whom?