_Mrs Brain._ 'Twere a work of charity to convert a fair young
schismatick, like you, if 'twere but to gain you to a better opinion
of the government.

_Pleas._ If I am not mistaken in you, too, he has works of charity
enough upon his hands already; but 'tis a willing soul, I'll warrant
him, eager upon the quarry, and as sharp as a governor of
Covent-Garden.

_Wood._ Sure this is not the phrase of your family! I thought to have
found a sanctified sister; but I suspect now, madam, that if your
mother kept a pension in your father's time, there might be some
gentleman-lodger in the house; for I humbly conceive you are of the
half-strain at least.

_Pleas._ For all the rudeness of your language, I am resolved to know
upon what voyage you are bound; your privateer of love, you Argier's
man, that cruize up and down for prize in the Straitsmouth; which of
the vessels would you snap now?

_Trick._ We are both under safe convoy, madam; a lover and a husband.

_Pleas._ Nay, for your part, you are notably guarded, I confess; but
keepers have their rooks, as well as gamesters; but they only venture
under them till they pick up a sum, and then push for themselves.

_Wood._ [_Aside._] A plague of her suspicions; they'll ruin me on that
side.