_Ver._ So, very fine! just a marriage-quarrel! which though it generally begins by the wife's fault, yet, in the conclusion, it becomes the husband's; and whosoever offends at first, he only is sure to ask pardon at last. My dear-- _Oliv._ My devil!-- _Ver._ Come, prithee be appeased, and go home; I have bespoken our supper betimes: for I could not eat till I found you. Go, I'll give you all kind of satisfactions; and one, which uses to be a reconciling one, two hundred of those guineas I received last night, to do what you will with. _Oliv._ What, would you pay me for being your bawd? _Ver._ Nay, prithee no more; go, and I'll thoroughly satisfy you when I come home; and then, too, we will have a fit of laughter at Manly, whom I am going to find at the Cock in Bow-street, where I hear he dined. Go, dearest, go home. _Eliza._ A very pretty turn, indeed, this! [_Aside._ _Ver._ Now, cousin, since by my wife I have that honour and privilege of calling you so, I have something to beg of you too; which is not to take notice of our marriage to any whatever yet a while, for some reasons very important to me. And, next, that you will do my wife the honour to go home with her; and me the favour, to use that power you have with her, in our reconcilement. _Eliza._ That I dare promise, sir, will be no hard matter. Your servant.--[_Exit_ VERNISH.]--Well, cousin, this, I confess, was reasonable hypocrisy; you were the better for't. _Oliv._ What hypocrisy? _Eliza._ Why, this last deceit of your husband was lawful, since in your own defence. _Oliv._ What deceit? I'd have you to know I never deceived my husband. _Eliza._ You do not understand me, sure: I say, this was an honest come-off, and a good one. But 'twas a sign your gallant had had enough of your conversation, since he could so dexterously cheat your husband in passing for a woman. _Oliv._ What d'ye mean, once more, with my gallant and passing for a woman? _Eliza._ What do you mean? you see your husband took him for a woman. _Oliv._ Whom? _Eliza._ Heyday! why, the man he found you with, for whom last night you were so much afraid; and who you told me-- _Oliv._ Lord, you rave sure! _Eliza._ Why, did you not tell me last night-- _Oliv._ I know not what I might tell you last night, in a fright. _Eliza._ Ay, what was that fright for? for a woman? besides, were you not afraid to see your husband just now? I warrant only for having been found with a woman! Nay, did you not just now, too, own your false step, or trip, as you called it? which was with a woman too! fy, this fooling is so insipid, 'tis offensive! _Oliv._ And fooling with my honour will be more offensive. Did you not hear my husband say he found me with a woman in man's clothes? and d'ye think he does not know a man from a woman? _Eliza._ Not so well, I'm sure, as you do; therefore I'd rather take your word. _Oliv._ What, you grow scurrilous, and are, I find, more censorious than the world! I must have a care of you, I see.