Cam. Madam!
Aur. Madam me no madam, but learn to retrench your words; and say ma'am; as, yes ma'am, and no ma'am, as other ladies' women do. Madam! 'tis a year in pronouncing.
Cam. Pardon me, madam.
Aur. Yet again, ignorance! Par-don, madam! fie, fie, what a superfluity is there, and how much sweeter the cadence is—parn me, ma'am! and for your ladyship, your la'ship.—Out upon't, what a furious indigence of ribbands is here upon my head! This dress is a libel to my beauty; a mere lampoon. Would any one, that had the least revenue of common sense, have done this?
Cam. Ma'am, the cavalier approaches your la'ship.
Bel. to Mask. Maskall, pump the woman; and see if you can discover any thing to save my credit.
Aur. Out upon it! now I should speak, I want assurance.
Bel. Madam, I was told you meant to honour me with your commands.
Aur. I believe, sir, you wonder at my confidence in this visit; but I may be excused for waving a little modesty, to know the only person of the age.
Bel. I wish my skill were more, to serve you, madam.