Ara. Bless me, Sir; What are you?
Sum. A Man.
Ara. An honest Man, I hope?
Sum. Yes faith in some Respects, I’m very honest, but not altogether so; I were not fit to live in the World if I were too honest, Child.
Ara. Alas! then I begin to fear: Pray tell me what you are?
Sum. Why, faith, an honest Thief.
Ara. How, honest, and yet a Thief? I never heard they were of Kin before; Pray, Heaven, I find it now.
Sum. Indeed! a very honest Thief.
Ara. Well, Sir, since that’s your Title, pray use me kindly: Nay, I’m sure you will, there’s something in your Looks which speaks you mild and noble.
Sum. Yes, I am a Gentleman, and you shall find me so; for I’ll not offer you the least shew of Violence, or offer to corrupt your Chastity; thô indeed you are tempting Fair, and might inflame a colder Heart than mine: Yet Ravishing’s no part of my Profession as yet; or if it were, you look so charming Innocent, you wou’d disarm my wildest Thoughts.