Aman. Alas! Berinthia, did I incline to a Gallant, (which you know I do not) do you think a Man so nice as he, cou'd have the least concern for such a plain unpolish'd thing as I am? It is impossible!
Ber. Now have you a great mind to put me upon commending you.
Aman. Indeed that was not my Design.
Ber. Nay, if it were, it's all one, for I won't do't, I'll leave that to your Looking-glass. But to shew you I have some Good-nature left, I'll commend him, and may be that may do as well.
Aman. You have a great mind to persuade me I am in love with him.
Ber. I have a great mind to persuade you, you don't know what you are in love with.
Aman. I am sure I am not in love with him, nor never shall be; so let that pass: but you were saying something you wou'd commend him for.
Ber. O, you'd be glad to hear a good Character of him, however.
Aman. Psha.