Squ. Rich. Well, that's just my mind now; for 'an I like a girl, Miss, I would take her in her smuck.
Myr. Ay, Master, now you speak like a man of honour: this shews something of a true heart in you.
Squ. Rich. Ay, and a true heart you'll find me; try me when you will.
Myr. Hush! hush! here's your papa come home, and my aunt with him.
Squ. Rich. A devil rive 'em, what do they come naw for?
Myr. When you and I get to the masquerade, you shall see what I'll say to you.
Squ. Rich. Well, hands upon't then——
Myr. There——
Squ. Rich. One buss and a bargain.
[Kisses her.