Pr’ythee why so pale?
Pin. I dare say I am pale; but I have made up my mind, and I will begin. Does not a moment like this inspire you with feelings—with feelings—— (Looking at his paper aside.)
Miss Sky. What feelings?
Pin. Indescribable. I’ve got that out—what a long word, for a man in a fright. (Aside.)
Miss Sky. (Singing.)
“Will, when looking well can’t win her,
Looking ill prevail?
Pin. Now she ought to say, “indeed it does.” Never mind, as I have ventured so far, on I’ll go. For my own part I feel it’s influence so strongly here, that I could live for ever thus. There—that was well said.
Miss Sky. (Singing.)
“Why so dull and mute, young sinner,