Let. Yes, and I shall reascend in a moment.
Dor. Pray shew me your face before you go.
Let. Beware of imprudent curiosity; it lost Paradise.
Dor. Eve's curiosity was rais'd by the Devil;—'tis an Angel tempts mine.—So your allusion is not in point.
Let. But why would you see my face?
Dor. To fall in love with it.
Let. And what then?
Dor. Why, then—Aye, curse it! there's the rub. [Aside.]
Let. Your Mistress will be angry;—but, perhaps, you have no Mistress?
Dor. Yes, yes; and a sweet one it is!