SHARP. Faith, madam, the talent was born with me:--I confess I
have taken care to improve it, to qualify me for the society of
ladies.

BELIN. Nay, sure, railing is the best qualification in a woman's
man.


SCENE XIV.


[To them] FOOTMAN.

SHARP. The second best, indeed, I think.

BELIN. How now, Pace? Where's my cousin?

FOOT. She's not very well, madam, and has sent to know if your
ladyship would have the coach come again for you?

BELIN. O Lord, no, I'll go along with her. Come, Mr. Sharper.


SCENE XV.


SCENE: A chamber in Fondlewife's house.

LAETITIA and BELLMOUR, his cloak, hat, etc., lying loose about the
chamber.