Arch. A man, a man, madam. [Rising.
Mrs. Sul. How shall I be sure of it?
Arch. Madam, I'll give you demonstration this minute.
[Takes her Hand.
Mrs. Sul. What, sir! do you intend to be rude?
Arch. Yes, madam, if you please.
Mrs. Sul. In the name of wonder, whence came ye?
Arch. From the skies, madam—I'm a Jupiter in love, and you shall be my Alcmena.
Mrs. Sul. How came you in?
Arch. I flew in at the window, madam; your cousin Cupid lent me his wings, and your sister Venus opened the casement.