Plot. Pray, Mr. Crocodile, let the lady make her own choice.
Underp. Crocodile as I am, I must be treated with common humanity. You can't, madam, disown the message you sent me.
Town. Well! ye pair of Egyptian lovers, agree this matter between you, and I will acquit myself like a person of honour to you both.
Plot. Madam! If I don't love you above all your sex, may I be banish'd the studies of virtuoso's; and smoak'd like dutch beef in a chimney——
Underp. If I don't love you more than that stale mummy, may I never more be proclaim'd at a show of monsters, by the sound of a glass-trumpet.
Plot. May I be sent to 'Pothecary's-hall, and beat up into venice treacle for the fleet and the army, if this heart——
Underp. May I be stuff'd with straw, and given to a mountebank, if this soul——
Plot. Madam I am a human creature. Taste my balsamick kiss.
Underp. A lover in swadling-clouts! What is his kiss, to my embrace?
Plot. Look upon me, madam. See how I am embroider'd with hieroglyphicks.