SHARP. What! is Belinda cruel, that you are so thoughtful?
BELL. No, faith, not for that. But there's a business of
consequence fallen out to-day that requires some consideration.
SHARP. Prithee, what mighty business of consequence canst thou
have?
BELL. Why, you must know, 'tis a piece of work toward the
finishing of an alderman. It seems I must put the last hand to it,
and dub him cuckold, that he may be of equal dignity with the rest
of his brethren: so I must beg Belinda's pardon.
SHARP. Faith, e'en give her over for good and all; you can have no
hopes of getting her for a mistress; and she is too proud, too
inconstant, too affected and too witty, and too handsome for a
wife.
BELL. But she can't have too much money. There's twelve thousand
pound, Tom. 'Tis true she is excessively foppish and affected; but
in my conscience I believe the baggage loves me: for she never
speaks well of me herself, nor suffers anybody else to rail at me.
Then, as I told you, there's twelve thousand pound.
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