Pet. By no means, Sir, there is such a certain Relation between a Finger and a Ring, that no Present becomes either the giving or the receiving Hand half so well.
Sir Sig. Why, ‘twill be restor’d again, ‘tis but to practise by.
Pet. Ay, Signior, the next thing you are to learn is to receive.
Tick. Most worthy Signior, I have so exhausted the Cornucopia of your Favours, [Flourishes.]—and tasted so plenteously of the fulness of your bounteous Liberality, that to retaliate with this small Gem—is but to offer a Spark, where I have received a Beam of superabundant Sunshine. [Gives it.
Sir Sig. Most rhetorically perform’d, as I hope to breathe;
Tropes and Figures all over.
Tick. Oh Lord, Sir Signal.
Pet. Excellent—Now let’s see if you can refuse as civilly as you gave, which is by an obstinate denial; stand both together—Illustrious Signiors, upon my Honour my little Merit has not intitled me to the Glory of so splendid an Offering; Trophies worthy to be laid only at your Magnanimous Feet.
Sir Sig. Ah, Signior, no, no.
Pet. Signior Tickletext.
[He offers, they refuse going backward.