Aman. Pray, what was that?
Lov. Why 'twas about—but 'tis not worth repeating.
Aman. Yes, pray let me know it.
Lov. No, I think 'tis as well let alone.
Aman. Nay, now you make me have a mind to know.
Lov. 'Twas a foolish thing: You'd perhaps grow jealous shou'd I tell it you, tho' without a Cause, Heaven knows.
Aman. I shall begin to think I have cause, if you persist in making it a Secret.
Lov. I'll then convince you you have none, by making it no longer so. Know then, I happen'd in the Play to find my very Character, only with the Addition of a Relapse; which struck me so, I put a sudden Stop to a most harmless Entertainment, which till then diverted me between the Acts. 'Twas to admire the Workmanship of Nature, in the Face of a young Lady that sat some distance from me, she was so exquisitely handsome——
Aman. So exquisitely handsome!