Sir H. Nay, then, I seize——
Ang. Hold, sir; 'tis also possible to make me detest and scorn you worse than the most profligate of your deceiving sex.
Sir H. Ha! a very odd turn this. I hope, madam, you only affect anger, because you know your frowns are becoming.
Ang. Sir Harry, you being the best judge of your own designs, can best understand whether my anger should be real or dissembled; think what strict modesty should bear, then judge of my resentment.
Sir H. Strict modesty should bear! Why, 'faith, madam, I believe, the strictest modesty may bear fifty guineas, and I don't believe 'twill bear one farthing more.
Ang. What d'ye mean, sir?
Sir H. Nay, madam, what do you mean? If you go to that. I think now, fifty guineas is a fine offer for your strict modesty, as you call it.
Ang. I'm afraid you're mad, sir.
Sir H. Why, madam, you're enough to make any man mad. 'Sdeath, are you not a——
Ang. What, sir?