Lord _Town._ Indeed, Sir, you shall not: You will oblige me, if you speak out; for it was upon this head, I wanted to see you. _Man._ Why, then, my Lord, since you oblige me to proceed----if that were my case----I believe I should certainly sleep in another house. Lady _Grace._ How do you mean? _Man._ Only a compliment, Madam. Lady _Grace._ A compliment! _Man._ Yes, Madam, in rather turning myself out of doors than her. Lady _Grace._ Don't you think that would be going too far? _Man._ I don't know but it might, Madam; for in strict justice, I think she ought rather to go than I. Lady _Grace._ This is new doctrine, Mr. _Manly_. _Man._ As old, Madam, as _Love_, _Honour_, and _Obey_! When a woman will stop at nothing that's wrong, why should a man balance any thing that's right. Lady _Grace._ Bless me, but this is fomenting things-- _Man._ Fomentations, Madam, are sometimes necessary to dispel rumours; tho' I don't directly advise my Lord to do this----This is only what, upon the same provocation, I would do myself. Lady _Grace._ Ay! ay! You would do! Batchelors wives, indeed, are finely governed. _Man._ If the married mens were as well----I am apt to think we should not see so many mutual plagues taking the air, in separate coaches! Lady _Grace._ Well! but suppose it was your own case; would you part with a wife because she now and then stays out, in the best company? Lord _Town._ Well said, Lady _Grace_! come, stand up for the privilege of your sex! This is like to be a warm debate! I shall edify. _Man._ Madam, I think a wife, after midnight, has no occasion to be in better company than her husband; and that frequent unreasonable hours make the best company----the worst company she can fall into. Lady _Grace._ But if people of condition are to keep company with one another; how is it possible to be done unless one conforms to their hours? _Man._ I can't find that any woman's good breeding obliges her to conform to other people's vices. Lord _Town._ I doubt, child, we are got a little on the wrong side of the question. Lady _Grace._ Why so, my Lord? I can't think the case so bad, as Mr. _Manly_ states it----People of quality are not ty'd down to the rules of those, who have their fortunes to make. _Man._ No people, Madam, are above being ty'd down to some rules, that have fortunes to lose. Lady _Grace._ Pooh! I'm sure, if you were to take my side of the argument, you would be able to say something more for it. Lord _Town._ Well, what say you to that, _Manly_? _Man._ Why, 'troth, my Lord, I have something to say. Lady _Grace._ Ay! that I would be glad to hear, now! Lord _Town._ Out with it! _Man._ Then in one word, this, my Lord, I have often thought that the mis-conduct of my Lady has, in a great measure, been owing to your Lordship's treatment of her. Lady _Grace._ Bless me! Lord _Town._ My treatment!