Ter. He says, he hopes you do not hate him, Madam.
L. Youth. No, by my Troth, Sir; I feel something for you, I have not felt before.
Geo. Not these Threescore Years, I dare swear—You have too much Wit, Teresia, to have been only pleas’d with the Embroider’d Coat, and Gawdy Plume, when still the man’s the same.
L. Youth. What says he, Embroider’d Coat and Plume?
Ter. He hopes your Ladyship likes him ne’er the worse, for being without those Fopperies.
L. Youth. Marry do I not, I love not this over-finery in a Husband; those Fellows that dress, think so well of themselves, they never mind their Wives.
Geo. Are you so dull, Teresia, not to see, this Habit was put on, only to get an Opportunity to tell you my Passion?
L. Youth. Tell me of his Passion! was it so, alas, good Young Man—Well, well, I’ll defer your Joys no longer, this Night shall make you happy, Mr. Twang shall join us, Sir.
Geo. A blessed hearing—You see, Charming Maid, how very short a space there is between this and the hast’ning hour; stand not on Virgin Niceties, but answer me, our time admits of no Consideration.
Ter. I have not been this Four and Twenty hours a Lover, to need Considering; as soon as you had my Heart, you had my Consent, and that was the first moment I saw you at the Basset-Table.