You leant upon my arm quite hard last night.
Say you’ll be mine, come, Coquettina, do!
I am a single man.
Coq. You’re big enough for two.
I’ve only one objection.
Gen. B. What is that?
Pray lean on me for life.
Coq. Lean! why, you’re fat!
Gen. B. Call me not lean, but say I’m buxom, plump.
I am no scare-crow, made to run and jump.