LEAND. I am not yet determined, but if her origin is somewhat obscure, her charms and her virtue are gentle attractions, which have incredible force to allure every heart.
MASC. Did you not mention her virtue?
LEAND. Ha! what is that you mutter? Out with it; explain what you mean by repeating that word "virtue."
MASC. Sir, your countenance changes all of a sudden; perhaps I had much better hold my tongue.
LEAND. No, no, speak out.
MASC. Well, then, out of charity I will cure you of your blindness. That girl….
LEAND. Proceed.
MASC. So far from being merciless, makes no difficulty in obliging some people in private; you may believe me, after all she is not stony-hearted, to any one who knows how to take her in the right mood. She looks demure, and would fain pass for a prude; but I can speak of her on sure grounds. You know I understand something of the craft, and ought to know that kind of cattle.
LEAND. What! Celia?…
MASC. Yes, her modesty is nothing but a mere sham, the semblance of a virtue which will never hold out, but vanishes, as any one may discover, before the shining rays emitted from a purse.