Fan. No, Sir, they sat on the Primrose Bank.
Sir Pat. What, did they sit all the while, or stand—or—lie—or—oh, how was’t?
Fan. They only sat indeed, Sir Father.
Sir Pat. And thou didst not hear a Word they said all the while?
Fan. Yes, I did, Sir, and the Man talk’d a great deal of this, and of that, and of t’other, and all the while threw Jessamine in her Bosom.
Sir Pat. Well said, and did he nothing else?
Fan. No, indeed, Sir Father, nothing.
Sir Pat. But what did she say to the Man again?
Fan. She said, let me see.—Ay, she said, Lord, you’ll forget your self, and stay till somebody catch us.
Sir Pat. Ah, very fine,—then what said he?