Pr’ythee, why so mute?”
Pin. But I’m not mute, Miss Skylark; till this moment I have been a miserable man—till this moment I have been—Zounds, what comes next? A miserable man—oh, my stars, I’m fixed for want of a word—a miserable man——
Miss Sky. Have you indeed. Ah! (Sighing.)
Pin. She sighs. If half the speech has such an effect, what will all of it do? (Looking at his paper.) Oh, here’s the next word. (Continuing.) ’Tis in your power——
Miss Sky. Ah! (Sighing again.)
Pin. Another sigh. I’m getting on.
Miss Sky. Dear object of my soul.
Pin. Oh, good heavens! I didn’t expect such language. Oh! I’m all of a tremble.
Miss Sky. My passion for you is so intense.
Pin. Oh, she’s popping to me and saving me all the bother.