Rose. Pray, gentlemen, don't be so violent.
Plume. Come, leave it to the girl's own choice. Will you belong to me or to that gentleman?
Rose. Let me consider; you're both very handsome.
Plume. Now the natural inconstancy of her sex begins to work.
Rose. Pray, sir, what will you give me?
Bul. Dunna be angry, sir, that my sister should be mercenary, for she's but young.
Syl. Give thee, child! I'll set thee above scandal; you shall have a coach with six before and six behind; an equipage to make vice fashionable, and put virtue out of countenance.
Plume. Pho! that's easily done: I'll do more for thee, child, I'll buy you a furbelow-scarf, and give you a ticket to see a play.
Bul. A play! wauns! Rouse, take the ticket, and let's see the show.
Syl. Lookye, captain, if you won't resign, I'll go list with Captain Brazen this minute.