lf against the force
of this other gentleman.

_Count Bel_. O madam, your eyes be bettre firearms than
your pistol; they nevre miss.

_Squire Sul_. What! court my wife to my face!

_Mrs. Sul_. Pray, Mr. Sullen, put up; suspend your fury
for a minute. {401}

_Squire Sul_. To give you time to invent an excuse!

_Mrs. Sul_. I need none.

_Squire Sul_. No, for I heard every syllable of your
discourse.

_Count Bel_. Ah! and begar, I tink the dialogue was vera
pretty.

_Mrs. Sul_. Then I suppose, sir, you heard something of
your own barbarity?

_Squire Sul_. Barbarity! 'oons, what does the woman call
barbarity? Do I ever meddle with you? {411}

_Mrs. Sul_. No.

_Squire Sul_. As for you, sir, I shall take another time.

_Count Bel_. Ah, begar, and so must I.

_Squire Sul_. Look'ee, madam, don't think that my anger
proceeds from any concern I have for your honour,
but for my own, and if you can contrive any way of
being a whore without making me a cuckold, do it
and welcome. {419}

_Mrs. Sul_. Sir, I thank you kindly, you would allow me
the sin but rob me of the pleasure. No, no, I 'm
resolved never to venture upon the crime without
the satisfaction of seeing you punished for't.

_Squire Sul_. Then will you grant me this, my dear?
Let anybody else do you the favour but that
Frenchman, for I mortally hate his whole generation.

[_Exit_.

_Count Bel_. Ah, sir, that be ungrateful, for begar, I love
some of yours.--Madam------ [_Approaching her_.

_Mrs. Sul_. No, sir. {429}

_Count Bel_. No, sir! garzoon, madam, I am not your
husband.

_Mrs. Sul_. 'Tis time to undeceive you, sir. I believed
your addresses to me were no more than an amusement,
and I hope you will think the same of my
complaisance; and to convince you that you ought,
you must know that I brought you hither only
to make you instrumental in setting me right with
my husband, for he was planted to listen by my
appointment.

_Count Bel_. By your appointment? {440}

_Mrs. Sul_. Certainly.

_Count Bel_. And so, madam, while I was telling twenty
stories to part you from your husband, begar, I was
bringing you together all the while?

_Mrs. Sul_. I ask your pardon, sir, but I hope this will
give you a taste of the virtue of the English ladies.

_Count Bel_. Begar, madam, your virtue be vera great,
but garzoon, your honeste be vera lit