_Sir John._ Taste, Sir! Sir, I have scorn'd to stint him to a Taste, I have given him a full Meal of it. _Just._ Indeed I believe so! But pray, fair Lady, may he have given you any Occasion for this extraordinary Conduct?--Does he not use you well? _Sir John._ A little upon the rough sometimes. _Just._ Ay, any Man may be out of Humour now and then. _Sir John._ Sir, I love Peace and Quiet, and when a Woman don't find that at home, she's apt sometimes to comfort herself with a few innocent Diversions abroad. _Just._ I doubt he uses you but too well. Pray how does he as to that weighty thing, Money? Does he allow you what is proper of that? _Sir John._ Sir, I have generally enough to pay the reckoning, if this Son of a Whore of a Drawer wou'd but bring his Bill. _Just._ A strange Woman this--Does he spend a reasonable Portion of his time at home, to the Comfort of his Wife and Children? _Sir John._ He never gave his Wife cause to repine at his being abroad in his Life. _Just._ Pray, Madam, how may he be in the grand matrimonial Point----Is he true to your Bed? _Sir John._ Chaste! Oons! This Fellow asks so many impertinent Questions! I'gad, I believe it is the Justice's Wife in the Justice's Clothes. _Just._ 'Tis a great pity he should have been thus disposed of--Pray, Madam, (and then I've done) what may be your Ladyship's common Method of Life, if I may presume so far? _Sir John._ Why, Sir, much that of a Woman of Quality. _Just._ Pray how may you generally pass your time, Madam? Your Morning, for example. _Sir John._ Sir, like a Woman of Quality----I wake about two o'Clock in the Afternoon----I stretch--and make a sign for my Chocolate----When I have drank three Cups--I slide down again upon my Back, with my Arms over my Head, while my two Maids put on my Stockings----Then hanging upon their Shoulders, I am trail'd to my great Chair, where I sit----and yawn----for my Breakfast----If it don't come presently, I lie down upon my Couch to say my Prayers, while my Maid reads me the Play-bills. _Just._ Very well, Madam. _Sir John._ When the Tea is brought in, I drink twelve regular Dishes, with eight Slices of Bread and Butter----And half an Hour after, I send to the Cook to know if the Dinner is almost ready. _Just._ So! Madam! _Sir John._ By that time my Head is half drest, I hear my Husband swearing himself into a State of Perdition, that the Meat's all cold upon the Table; to amend which, I come down in an Hour more, and have it sent back to the Kitchen, to be all drest over again. _Just._ Poor Man! _Sir John._ When I have din'd, and my idle Servants are presumptuously set down at their Ease, to do so too, I call for my Coach, to go visit fifty dear Friends, of whom I hope I shall never find one at home, while I shall live. _Just._ So! There's the Morning and Afternoon pretty well dispos'd of--Pray, Madam, how do you pass your Evenings?