Lov. I'll shew you.
Ber. You may as well tell me.
Lov. No, that wou'd make you blush worse than t'other.
Ber. Why, do you intend to make me blush?
Lov. Faith, I can't tell that; but if I do, it shall be in the dark.
[Pulling her.
Ber. O Heavens! I wou'd not be in the dark with you for all the World.
Lov. I'll try that.
[Puts out the Candles.
Ber. O Lord! are you mad! What shall I do for Light?