Lucy. Lord, madam, what should you do with a fool to your husband? You intend to be honest, dont you? then that husbandly virtue, credulity, is thrown away upon you.
Alith. He only that could suspect my virtue should have cause to do it; tis Sparkishs confidence in my truth that obliges me to be so faithful to him.
Lucy. You are not sure his opinion may last.
Alith. I am satisfied, tis impossible for him to be jealous after the proofs I have had of him. Jealousy in a husbandHeaven defend me from it! it begets a thousand plagues to a poor woman, the loss of her honour, her quiet, and her
Lucy. And her pleasure.
Alith. What dye mean, impertinent?
Lucy. Liberty is a great pleasure, madam.
Alith. I say, loss of her honour, her quiet, nay, her life sometimes; and whats as bad almost, the loss of this town; that is, she is sent into the country, which is the last ill-usage of a husband to a wife, I think.
Lucy [side]. O, does the wind lie there?[Aloud.] Then of necessity, madam, you think a man must carry his wife into the country, if he be wise. The country is as terrible, I find, to our young English ladies, as a monastery to those abroad; and on my virginity, I think they would rather marry a London jailer, than a high sheriff of a county, since neither can stir from his employment. Formerly women of wit married fools for a great estate, a fine seat, or the like; but now tis for a pretty seat only in Lincolns Inn Fields, St. Jamess Fields, or the Pall Mall.
Spark. Madam, your humble servant, a happy day to you, and to us all.
Alith. Who have we here?
Spark. My chaplain, faithO madam, poor Harcourt remembers his humble service to you; and, in obedience to your last commands, refrains coming into your sight.
Alith. Is not that he?
Spark. No, fy, no; but to show that he neer intended to hinder our match, has sent his brother here to join our hands. When I get me a wife, I must get her a chaplain, according to the custom; that is his brother, and my chaplain.
Alith. His brother!
Lucy. And your chaplain, to preach in your pulpit then
Alith. His brother!
Spark. Nay, I knew you would not believe it.I told you, sir, she would take you for your brother Frank.
Alith. Believe it!
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