No, no, I'll allow Mr. Brisk; have you nothing about
you to shew him, my dear?
LADY FROTH. Yes, I believe I have. Mr. Brisk, come, will you go
into the next room? and there I'll shew you what I have.
LORD FROTH. I'll walk a turn in the garden, and come to you.
SCENE III.
MELLEFONT, CYNTHIA.
MEL. You're thoughtful, Cynthia?
CYNT. I'm thinking, though marriage makes man and wife one flesh,
it leaves 'em still two fools; and they become more conspicuous by
setting off one another.
MEL. That's only when two fools meet, and their follies are
opposed.
CYNT. Nay, I have known two wits meet, and by the opposition of
their wit render themselves as ridiculous as fools. 'Tis an odd
game we're going to play at. What think you of drawing stakes, and
giving over in time?
MEL. No, hang't, that's not endeavouring to win, because it's
possible we may lose; since we have shuffled and cut, let's even
turn up trump now.
CYNT. Then I find it's like cards, if either of us have a good hand
it is an accident of fortune.
MEL. No, marriage is rather like a game at bowls: fortune indeed
makes the match, and the two nearest, and sometimes the two
farthest, are together, but the game depends entirely upon judgment.
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