Ang. Sir, if your conversation be no more agreeable than 'twas the last time, I would advise you to make your visit as short as you can.
Sir H. The offences of my last visit, madam, bore their punishment in the commission; and have made me as uneasy till I receive pardon, as your ladyship can be till I sue for it.
Ang. Sir Harry, I did not well understand the offence, and must therefore proportion it to the greatness of your apology; if you would, therefore, have me think it light, take no great pains in an excuse.
Sir H. How sweet must the lips be that guard that tongue! Then, madam, no more of past offences; let us prepare for joys to come. Let this seal my pardon.
[Kisses her Hand.
Ang. Hold, sir: one question, Sir Harry, and pray answer plainly—D'ye love me?
Sir H. Love you! Does fire ascend? Do hypocrites dissemble? Usurers love gold, or great men flattery? Doubt these, then question that I love.
Ang. This shows your gallantry, sir, but not your love.
Sir H. View your own charms, madam, then judge my passion.
Ang. If your words be real, 'tis in your power to raise an equal flame in me.