Heart. Well, and now I hope you are satisfy'd.
Lady Fan. I am so, Sir: Good by t'ye.
Heart. Nay, hold there; tho' you have done your Business, I han't done mine: By your Ladyship's leave, we must have one Moment's Prattle together. Have you a mind to be the prettiest Woman about Town, or not? How she stares upon me! What! this passes for an impertinent Question with you now, because you think you are so already?
Lady Fan. Pray, Sir, let me ask you a Question in my Turn: By what Right do you pretend to examine me?
Heart. By the same Right that the strong govern the weak, because I have you in my power; for you cannot get so quickly to your Coach, but I shall have time enough to make you hear every thing I have to say to you.
Lady Fan. These are strange Liberties you take, Mr. Heartfree.
Heart. They are so, Madam, but there's no help for it; for know that I have a Design upon you.
Lady Fan. Upon me, Sir!
Heart. Yes; and one that will turn to your Glory, and my Comfort, if you will but be a little wiser than you use to be.
Lady Fan. Very well, Sir.