Sir Pat. O Madam, you merit more than human Nature can bestow upon you. You are all perfection, beautiful as Venus, and as wise as Medusa.
Both. Ha, ha, ha.
Heart. Medusa! Ha, ha, ha, Minerva I believe you mean.
Sir Pat. Faith I believe so too; but one may easily mistake; you know they are so very much alike, especially as they are both Heathen Gods too.
Both. Ha, ha, ha.
Heart. Very true, Sir.
Sir Pat. Upon my Honour, Madam, I have travelled over several of the Terrestial Globes both by Land and Sea and I never saw so fair a Creature as your Ladyship, but one, and she was an Indian Queen and black as a Raven.
Har. Pray Sir, in all your Travels were you never in Ireland?
Sir Pat. I was in Paris, Madam; I lived there all my Life. Parlez vous Francois?
Har. Sir, I don't understand your speaking French very well.