Lady Fan. Why, how do I know what Designs he may have? He may intend to ravish me, for aught I know.
Madam. Ravish!—Bagatelle. I would fain see one impudent Rogue ravish Madamoiselle: Ouy, je le voudrois.
Lady Fan..O, but my Reputation, Madamoiselle! my Reputation! Ah ma chere Reputation!
Madam. Madame—Quand on la une fois perdue—On n'en est plus embarassée.
Lady Fan. Fe, Madamoiselle, Fe! Reputation is a Jewel.
Madam. Qui coute bien chere, Madame.
Lady Fan. Why sure you would not sacrifice your Honour to your Pleasure?
Madam. Je suis Philosophe.
Lady Fan. Bless me, how you talk! Why, what if Honour be a Burden, Madamoiselle, must it not be borne?
Madam. Chaqu'un a sa façon—Quand quelque chose m'incommode moy—je m'en defais vite.