Cam. Not sorry for't at all, for I ne'er expect to find a mistress please me half so well as you would do if I were yours.
Lor. Since you are so well inclin'd to me in your wishes, Sir, I suppose (as the fates have ordain'd it) you wou'd have some pleasure in helping me to a mistress, since you can't be mine yourself.
Cam. Indeed I shou'd not.
Lor. Then my obligation is but small to you.
Cam. Why, wou'd you have a woman, that is in love with you herself, employ her interest to help you to another?
Lor. No, but you being no woman might.
Cam. Sir, 'tis as a woman I say what I do, and I suppose myself a woman when I design all these favours to you: therefore out of that supposition, I have no other good intentions to you than you may expect from one that says he's——Sir, your humble servant.
Lor. So unless Heaven is pleas'd to work a miracle, and from a sturdy young fellow, make you a kind-hearted young lady, I'm to get little by your good opinion of me.
Cam. Yes; there is one means yet left (on this side a miracle) that wou'd perhaps engage me, if with an honest oath you could declare, were I woman, I might dispute your heart even with the first of my pretending sex.