MR. ANHALT.
This is nothing to the subject.
AMELIA.
What is the subject?
MR. ANHALT.
—— Love.
AMELIA.
[going up to him]. Come, then, teach it me—teach it me as you taught me geography, languages, and other important things.
MR. ANHALT.
[turning from her] Pshaw!
AMELIA.
Ah! you won’t—You know you have already taught me that, and you won’t begin again.
MR. ANHALT.
You misconstrue—you misconceive every thing I say or do. The subject I came to you upon was marriage.
AMELIA.
A very proper subject from the man who has taught me love, and I accept the proposal [curtsying].
MR. ANHALT.
Again you misconceive and confound me.
AMELIA.
Ay, I see how it is—You have no inclination to experience with me “the good part of matrimony:” I am not the female with whom you would like to go “hand in hand up hills, and through labyrinths”—with whom you would like to “root up thorns; and with whom you would delight to plant lilies and roses.” No, you had rather call out, “O liberty, dear liberty.”