Spoken by Irene:

My pleasure Sir, is your wife
My thoughts Sir, they are mine
Love her, well for now I do
I'm a bounder Sir, that is true
Love to me is just a game
Play the part then flit away

Violence Sir, gains you naught
Take some time, spare a thought
Around me she does flutter and glow
Maybe her charms to others she shows
I care not, for gossip and such
Or Sir, your tone which annoys me much

Women Sir, are a game of chance
None shall lead me a merry dance
Prim maids the Devil may take
As you guess Sir, I am a rake
For ladies of England delight me so
I am not ready Sir, yet to go