that is the envy of her own sex, and the admiration of ours.

SIR PAUL. Your humble servant. I am, I thank heaven, in a fine way
of living, as I may say, peacefully and happily, and I think need
not envy any of my neighbours, blessed be providence. Ay, truly,
Mr. Careless, my lady is a great blessing, a fine, discreet, well-
spoken woman as you shall see, if it becomes me to say so, and we
live very comfortably together; she is a little hasty sometimes, and
so am I; but mine's soon over, and then I'm so sorry.--O Mr.
Careless, if it were not for one thing -


SCENE VII.


CARELESS, SIR PAUL, LADY PLYANT, BOY with a letter.

LADY PLYANT. How often have you been told of that, you jackanapes?

SIR PAUL. Gad so, gad's-bud. Tim, carry it to my lady, you should
have carried it to my lady first.

BOY. 'Tis directed to your worship.

SIR PAUL. Well, well, my lady reads all letters first. Child, do
so no more; d'ye hear, Tim.

BOY. No, and please you.