Gosling. Boor! what's that to you?
With Love's soft sorrows what hast thou to do?
'Tis here for consolation I must look.
(Takes out his pocket book).
Sampson. Nay, Sir, don't put us down in your black book.
Gosling. All Helicon is here.
Sampson. All Hell.
Gosling. You Clod! Did'st never hear of the Pierian God, And the Nine Virgins on the Sacred Hill?
Sampson. Nine Virgins!—Sure!
Gosling. I have them all at will.
Sampson. If Miss fight shy, then—
Gosling. And my suit decline.
Sampson. You'll make a dash at them.