Const. Pr'ythee, look upon me seriously, Heartfree—Now answer me directly: Is it my Lady, or Belinda, employs your careful Thoughts thus?
Heart. My Lady, or Belinda?
Const. In Love; by this Light, in Love.
Heart. In Love!
Const. Nay, ne'er deny it; for thou'lt do it so aukwardly, 'twill but make the Jest sit heavier about thee. My dear Friend, I give thee much Joy.
Heart. Why, pr'ythee, you won't persuade me to it, will you?
Const. That she's Mistress of your Tongue, that's plain; and I know you are so honest a Fellow, your Tongue and Heart always go together. But how, but how the Devil? Pha, ha, ha, ha—
Heart. Hey-dey! Why, sure you don't believe it in earnest?
Const. Yes, I do, because I see you deny it in jest.
Heart. Nay, but look you, Ned—a——deny in jest——a——gadzooks, you know I say——a——when a Man denies a thing in jest—a—