Sav. Have! Impossible!
Court. Ha! ha! ha!—Is it so?
Sav. How did she receive the declaration?
Court. Why, in the old way; blushed, and frowned, and said she was married.
Sav. What amazing things thou art capable of! I could more easily have taken the Pope by the beard, than prophaned her ears with such a declaration.
Court. I shall meet her at Lady Brilliant's to-night, where I shall repeat it; and I'll lay my life, under a mask, she'll hear it all without blush, or frown.
Sav. (rising) 'Tis false, Sir!—She won't.
Court. She will! (rising) Nay, I'd venture to lay a round sum, that I prevail on her to go out with me——only to taste the fresh air, I mean.
Sav. Preposterous vanity! From this moment I suspect that half the victories you have boasted, are false and slanderous, as your pretended influence with Lady Frances.
Court. Pretended!—How should such a Fellow as you, now, who never soared beyond a cherry-cheeked Daughter of a Ploughman in Norfolk, judge of the influence of a Man of my Figure and Habits? I could shew thee a list, in which there are names to shake thy faith in the whole sex!—and, to that list I have no doubt of adding the name of Lady——