Wild. You town-rakes are the devil for the sex! [Aside.]

True. Not your most sensitive and serious maid
I'd always take for deep impressions. Mind
The adage of the bow. The pensive brow
I have oft seen bright in wedlock, and anon
O'ercast in widowhood; then, bright again.
Ere half the season of the weeds was out;
While, in the airy one, I have known one cloud
Forerunner of a gloom that ne'er cleared up -
So would it prove with neighbour Constance. Not
On superficial grounds she'll ever love;
But once she does, the odds are ten to one
Her first love is her last!

Wild. I wish I ne'er
Had come to town! I was a happy man
Among my dogs and horses. [Aside.] Hast thou broke
Thy passion to her?

True. Never.

Wild. Never?

True. No.
I hoped you'd act my proxy there.

Wild. I thank you.