_Mons._ Well, Flirt, now I am a match for thee: now I may keep you.--And there's little difference betwixt keeping a wench and marriage; only marriage is a little the cheaper; but the other is the more honourable now, _vert_ and _bleu!_ Nay, now I may swear a French oath too. Come, come, I am thine; let us strike up the bargain: thine, according to the honourable institution of keeping.--Come. _Flirt._ Nay, hold, sir; two words to the bargain; first, I have ne'er a lawyer here to draw articles and settlements. _Mons._ How! is the world come to that? A man cannot keep a wench without articles and settlements! Nay, then 'tis e'en as bad as marriage, indeed, and there's no difference betwixt a wife and a wench. _Flirt._ Only in cohabitation; for the first article shall be against cohabitation:--we mistresses suffer no cohabitation. _Mons._ Nor wives neither now. _Flirt._ Then separate maintenance, in case you should take a wife, or I a new friend. _Mons._ How! that too! then you are every whit as bad as a wife. _Flirt._ Then my house in town and yours in the country, if you will. _Mons._ A mere wife! _Flirt._ Then my coach apart, as well as my bed apart. _Mons._ As bad as a wife still! _Flirt._ But take notice, I will have no little, dirty, second-hand chariot new furbished, but a large, sociable, well-painted coach; nor will I keep it till it be as well known as myself, and it come to be called Flirt-coach; nor will I have such pitiful horses as cannot carry me every night to the Park; for I will not miss a night in the Park, I'd have you to know. _Mons._ 'Tis very well: you must have your great, gilt, fine painted coaches. I'm sure they are grown so common already amongst you, that ladies of quality begin to take up with hackneys again, _jarni!_--But what else? _Flirt._ Then, that you do not think I will be served by a little dirty boy in a bonnet, but a couple of handsome, lusty, cleanly footmen, fit to serve ladies of quality, and do their business as they should do. _Mons._ What then? _Flirt._ Then, that you never grow jealous of them. _Mons._ Why, will you make so much of them? _Flirt._ I delight to be kind to my servants. _Mons._ Well, is this all? _Flirt._ No.--Then, that when you come to my house, you never presume to touch a key, lift up a latch, or thrust a door, without knocking beforehand: and that you ask no questions, if you see a stray piece of plate, cabinet, or looking-glass, in my house. _Mons._ Just a wife in everything.--But what else? _Flirt._ Then, that you take no acquaintance with me abroad, nor bring me home any when you are drunk, whom you will not be willing to see there when you are sober. _Mons._ But what allowance? let's come to the main business; the money. _Flirt._ Stay, let me think: first for advance-money, five hundred pounds for pins. _Mons._ A very wife!