Man. But couldst thou not keep her true to me?
Ver. Not for my heart, sir.
Man. But could you not perceive it at all before I went? Could she so deceive us both?
Ver. I must confess, the first time I knew it was three days after your departure, when she received the money you had left in Lombard-street in her name; and her tears did not hinder her, it seems, from counting that. You would trust her with all, like a true generous lover.
Man. And she like a mean jilting—
Ver. Traitorous—
Man. Base—
Ver. Damned—
Man. Covetous—
Ver. Mercenary whore.—[Aside.] I can hardly hold from laughing.