William Congreve,
The Old Bachelor (Congreve) — Act IV
“ Where is my dear?FOND. Here, here; I do believe thee. I won’t believe my own eyes.BELL. For my part, I am so charmed with the love of your turtle to you, that I’ll go and solicit matrimony with all my might and main.FOND. Well, well, sir; as long as I believe it, ’tis well enough. No thanks to you, sir, for her virtue.—But, I’ll show you the way out of my house, if you please. Come, my dear. Nay, I will believe thee, I do, i’feck.BELL. See the great blessing of an easy faith; opinion cannot err. No husband, by his wife, can be deceived ”
