_L. Flip._ Go, go, I take that kind of jealousy worst of all, to suspect I would be debauched to beastly matrimony.--But who are those gentlemen, pray? are they men of fortunes, Mrs. Joyner? _Mrs. Joyn._ I believe so. _L. Flip._ Do you believe so, indeed?--Gentlemen--[_Advancing towards_ RANGER _and_ VINCENT. _Ran._ If the civility we owe to ladies had not controlled our envy to Mr. Dapperwit, we had interrupted ere this your private conversation. _L. Flip._ Your interruption, sir, had been most civil and obliging;--for our discourse was of marriage. _Ran._ That is a subject, madam, as grateful as common. _L. Flip._ O fy, fy! are you of that opinion too? I cannot suffer any to talk of it in my company. _Ran._ Are you married then, madam? _L. Flip._ No, certainly. _Ran._ I am sure so much beauty cannot despair of it. _L. Flip._ Despair of it!-- _Ran._ Only those that are married, or cannot be married, hate to hear of marriage. _L. Flip._ Yet you must know, sir, my aversion to marriage is such, that you, nor no man breathing, shall ever persuade me to it. _Ran._ Cursed be the man should do so rude a thing as to persuade you to anything against your inclination! I would not do it for the world, madam. _L. Flip._ Come, come, though you seem to be a civil gentleman, I think you no better than your neighbours. I do not know a man of you all that will not thrust a woman up into a corner, and then talk an hour to her impertinently of marriage. _Ran._ You would find me another man in a corner, I assure you, madam; for you should not have a word of marriage from me, whatsoever you might find in my actions of it; I hate talking as much as you. _L. Flip._ I hate it extremely. _Ran._ I am your man then, madam; for I find just the same fault with your sex as you do with ours:--I ne'er could have to do with woman in my life, but still she would be impertinently talking of marriage to me. _L. Flip._ Observe that, Mrs. Joyner. _Dap._ Pray, Mr. Ranger, let's go; I had rather drink with Mr. Vincent, than stay here with you; besides 'tis Park-time. _Ran._ [_To_ DAPPERWIT.] I come.--[_To_ Lady FLIPPANT.] Since you are a lady that hate marriage, I'll do you the service to withdraw the company; for those that hate marriage hate loss of time. _L. Flip._ Will you go then, sir? but before you go, sir, pray tell me is your aversion to marriage real? _Ran._ As real as yours. _L. Flip._ If it were no more real than mine--[_Aside._ _Ran._ Your servant, madam. [_Turns to go._ _L. Flip._ But do you hate marriage certainly? [_Plucks him back._ _Ran._ Certainly. _L. Flip._ Come, I cannot believe it: you dissemble it only because I pretend it. _Ran._ Do you but pretend it then, madam?