Joh. He's young and handsome—
Ant. Yes, well enough, I thank nature.[Aside.
Joh. And I am yet neither old nor ugly: Sure he will not refuse me.
Ant. No; thou may'st pawn thy maidenhead upon't, he wont.[Aside.
Joh. The Mufti would feast himself upon other women, and keep me fasting.
Ant. O, the holy curmudgeon![Aside.
Joh. Would preach abstinence, and practise luxury! but, I thank my stars, I have edified more by his example than his precept.
Ant. [Aside.] Most divinely argued; she's the best casuist in all Africk. [He rushes out, and embraces her.] I can hold no longer from embracing thee, my dear Morayma; the old unconscionable whoreson, thy father, could he expect cold chastity from a child of his begetting?
Joh. What nonsense do you talk? do you take me for the Mufti's daughter?
Ant. Why, are you not, madam?[Throwing off her barnus.