Sir H. Why, a lady of—strict modesty, if you will have it so.
Ang. I shall never hereafter trust common report, which represented you, sir, a man of honour, wit, and breeding; for I find you very deficient in them all three. [Exit.
Sir H. Now I find, that the strict pretences, which the ladies of pleasure make to strict modesty, is the reason why those of quality are ashamed to wear it.
Enter Vizard.
Vizard. Ah! Sir Harry, have I caught you? Well, and what success?
Sir H. Success! 'Tis a shame for you young fellows in town here, to let the wenches grow so saucy. I offered her fifty guineas, and she was in her airs presently, and flew away in a huff. I could have had a brace of countesses in Paris for half the money, and je vous remercie into the bargain.
Vizard. Gone in her airs, say you! and did not you follow her?
Sir H. Whither should I follow her?
Vizard. Into her bedchamber, man; she went on purpose. You a man of gallantry, and not understand that a lady's best pleased when she puts on her airs, as you call it!
Sir H. She talked to me of strict modesty, and stuff.