Madam. Il le fera, Madame.
Enter a Footman, who speaks to Madamoiselle apart.
Foot. Madamoiselle, yonder's Mr. Rasor desires to speak with you.
Madam. Tell him, I come presently. [Exit Footman.] Rasor be dare, Matam.
Lady Fan. That's fortunate. Well, I'll leave you together. And if you find him stubborn, Madamoiselle—hark you—don't refuse him a few little reasonable Liberties to put him into Humour.
Madam. Laissez moy faire.
[Exit Lady Fancyfull.
[Rasor peeps in; and seeing Lady Fancyfull gone, runs to Madamoiselle, takes her about the Neck, and kisses her.
Madam. How now, Confidence?