Flip. Do you like her style?
Dick. The kindest little rogue! there's nothing but she gives me leave to hope. I am the happiest man the world has in its care.
Flip. Not so happy as you think for neither, perhaps; you have a rival, Sir, I can tell you that.
Dick. A rival!
Flip. Yes, and a dangerous one too.
Dick. Who in the name of terror?
Flip. A devilish fellow, one Mr. Amlet.
Dick. Amlet! I know no such man.
Flip. You know the man's mother tho'; you met her here, and are in her favour, I can tell you. If he worst you, in your mistress, you shall e'en marry her and disinherit him.
Dick. If I have no other rival but Mr. Amlet, I believe I shan't be disturb'd in my amour. But can't I see Corinna?