_Man._ Ay, my Lord, you so idoliz'd her before marriage, that you even indulg'd her like a mistress, after it; In short, you continued the lover, when you should have taken up the husband. Lady _Grace._ O frightful! this is worse than t'other! can a husband love a wife too well! _Man._ As easy, Madam, as a wife may love her husband too little. Lord _Town._ So! you two are never like to agree, I find. Lady _Grace._ Don't be positive, brother;----I am afraid we are both of a mind already. [_Aside._] And do you, at this rate, ever intend to be married, Mr. _Manly_? _Man._ Never, Madam; 'till I can meet a woman that likes my doctrine. Lady _Grace._ 'Tis pity but your mistress should hear it. _Man._ Pity me, Madam, when I marry the woman that won't hear it. Lady _Grace._ I think, at least, he can't say that's me. [_Aside._ _Man._ And so, my Lord, by giving her more power than was needful, she has none where she wants it; having such entire possession of you, she is not mistress of herself! And, mercy on us! how many fine womens heads have been turn'd upon the same occasion! Lord _Town._ O _Manly_! 'tis too true! there's the source of my disquiet! she knows and has abused her power: Nay, I am still so weak (with shame I speak it) 'tis not an hour ago, that in the midst of my impatience--I gave her another bill for five hundred to throw away. _Man._ Well----my Lord! to let you see I am sometimes upon the side of good nature, I won't absolutely blame you; for the greater your indulgence, the more you have to reproach her with. Lady _Grace._ Ay, Mr. _Manly_! here now, I begin to come in with you: Who knows, my Lord, you may have a good account of your kindness! _Man._ That, I am afraid, we had not best depend upon: But since you have had so much patience, my Lord, even go on with it a day or two more; and upon her Ladyship's next sally, be a little rounder in your expostulation; if that don't work--drop her some cool hints of a determin'd reformation, and leave her----to breakfast upon 'em. Lord _Town._ You are perfectly right! how valuable is a friend, in our anxiety! _Man._ Therefore to divert that, my Lord, I beg for the present, we may call another cause. Lady _Grace._ Ay, for goodness sake let's have done with this. Lord _Town._ With all my heart. Lady _Grace._ Have you no news abroad, Mr. _Manly_? _Man._ _A propos_----I have some, Madam; and I believe, my Lord, as extraordinary in its kind---- Lord _Town._ Pray let's have it. _Man._ Do you know that your country neighbour, and my wise kinsman, Sir _Francis Wronghead_, is coming to town with his whole family? Lord _Town._ The fool! what can be his business here? _Man._ Oh! of the last importance, I'll assure you--No less than the business of the nation. Lord _Town._ Explain! _Man._ He has carried his election----against Sir _John Worthland_. Lord _Town._ The Deuce! what! for----for----