Love. So—so! a pretty piece of business I have overheard! Townly makes love to my wife, and I am not to know it for all the world. I must inquire into this—and, by Heaven, if I find that Amanda has, in the smallest degree—yet what have I been at here!—Oh, ’sdeath! that’s no rule.
| That wife alone unsullied credit wins, |
| Whose virtues can atone her husband’s sins. |
| Thus, while the man has other nymphs in view, |
| It suits the woman to be doubly true. |
[Exit.