that: for the fountain of a woman's honour is in the lover, as that of
the subject is in the king.

_Mrs Brain._ You had concluded well, if you had been my husband: you
know where our subjection lies.

_Wood._ But cannot I be yours without a priest? They were cunning
people, doubtless, who began that trade; to have a double hank upon
us, for two worlds: that no pleasure here, or hereafter, should be
had, without a bribe to them.

_Mrs Brain._ Well, I'm resolved, I'll read, against the next time I
see you; for the truth is, I am not very well prepared with arguments
for marriage; meanwhile, farewell.

_Wood._ I stand corrected; you have reason indeed to go, if I can use
my time no better: We'll withdraw if you please, and dispute the rest
within.

_Mrs Brain._ Perhaps, I meant not so.

_Wood,_ I understand your meaning at your eyes. You'll watch, Judith?

_Mrs Brain._ Nay, if that were all, I expect not my husband till
to-morrow. The truth is, he is so oddly humoured, that, if I were ill
inclined, it would half justify a woman; he's such a kind of man!

_Wood._ Or, if he be not, well make him such a kind of man.

_Mrs Brain._ So fantastical, so musical, his talk all rapture, and