SCANDAL, MRS FORESIGHT.
SCAN. Good night, good Mr Foresight; and I hope Mars and Venus will be in conjunction;--while your wife and I are together.
MRS FORE. Well; and what use do you hope to make of this project?
You don't think that you are ever like to succeed in your design upon me?
SCAN. Yes, faith I do; I have a better opinion both of you and myself than to despair.
MRS FORE. Did you ever hear such a toad? Hark'ee, devil: do you think any woman honest?
SCAN. Yes, several, very honest; they'll cheat a little at cards, sometimes, but that's nothing.
MRS FORE. Pshaw! but virtuous, I mean?
SCAN. Yes, faith, I believe some women are virtuous too; but 'tis as I believe some men are valiant, through fear. For why should a man court danger or a woman shun pleasure?
MRS FORE. Oh, monstrous! What are conscience and honour?
SCAN. Why, honour is a public enemy, and conscience a domestic thief; and he that would secure his pleasure must pay a tribute to one and go halves with t'other. As for honour, that you have secured, for you have purchased a perpetual opportunity for pleasure.
MRS FORE. An opportunity for pleasure?
SCAN. Ay, your husband, a husband is an opportunity for pleasure: so you have taken care of honour, and 'tis the least I can do to take care of conscience.
MRS FORE. And so you think we are free for one another?
SCAN. Yes, faith I think so; I love to speak my mind.
MRS FORE. Why, then, I'll speak my mind. Now as to this affair between you and me. Here you make love to me; why, I'll confess it does not displease me. Your person is well enough, and your understanding is not amiss.
SCAN. I have no great opinion of myself, but I think I'm neither deformed nor a fool.
MRS FORE. But you have a villainous character: you are a libertine in speech, as well as practice.
SCAN. Come, I know what you would say: you think it more dangerous to be seen in conversation with me than to allow some other men the last favour; you mistake: the liberty I take in talking is purely affected for the service of your sex. He that first cries out stop thief is often he that has stol'n the treasure. I am a juggler, that act by confederacy; and if you please, we'll put a trick upon the world.
MRS FORE. Ay; but you are such an universal juggler, that I'm afraid you have a great many confederates.
SCAN. Faith, I'm sound.
MRS FORE. Oh, fie--I'll swear you're impudent.
SCAN. I'll swear you're handsome.
MRS FORE. Pish, you'd tell me so, though you did not think so.
SCAN. And you'd think so, though I should not tell you so. And now I think we know one another pretty well.
MRS FORE. O Lord, who's here?
