Wor. Ladies, your Servant. Aman. Mr. Loveless, pray one Word with you before you go.
Lov. to Wor.] I'll overtake you, Sir: What wou'd my Dear?
Aman. Only a Woman's foolish Question, How do you like my Cousin here?
Lov. Jealous already, Amanda?
Aman. Not at all; I ask you for another Reason.
Lov. Aside.] Whate'er her Reason be, I must not tell her true. [To Aman.] Why, I confess she's handsome. But you must not think I slight your Kinswoman, if I own to you, of all the Women who may claim that Character, she is the last wou'd triumph in my Heart.
Aman. I'm satisfy'd.
Lov. Now tell me why you ask'd?
Aman. At Night I will. Adieu.
Lov. I'm yours. [Kissing her.]