Ang. 'Tis he! the very same! and his person as agreeable as his character of good humour.——Pray Heaven his silence proceed from respect!
Sir H. How innocent she looks! How would that modesty adorn virtue, when it makes even vice look so charming!——By Heaven, there's such a commanding innocence in her looks, that I dare not ask the question!
Ang. Now, all the charms of real love and feigned indifference assist me to engage his heart; for mine is lost already.
Sir H. Madam—I—I——Zouns, I cannot speak to her!—Oh, hypocrisy! hypocrisy! what a charming sin art thou!
Ang. He is caught; now to secure my conquest—I thought, sir, you had business to communicate.
Sir H. Business to communicate! How nicely she words it!——Yes, madam, I have a little business to communicate. Don't you love singing-birds, madam?
Ang. That's an odd question for a lover—Yes, sir.
Sir H. Why, then, madam, here's a nest of the prettiest goldfinches that ever chirp'd in a cage; twenty young ones, I assure you, madam.
Ang. Twenty young ones! What then, sir?
Sir H. Why then, madam, there are——twenty young ones——'Slife, I think twenty is pretty fair.