Susan. Poor Child!
Page. Child indeed!—Umph!—And if my charming God-mother, your dear Lady, cannot obtain my pardon, I shall soon be deprived of the pleasure of your company, Susan.
Susan. Upon my word!—He is toying all day long with Agnes, and is, moreover, in love with my Lady, and then comes to tell me he shall be deprived of my company. (Aside.)
Page. Agnes is good natured enough to listen to me, and that is more than you are, Susan, for all I love you so.
Susan. Love me!—Why you amorous little villain, you are in love with every Woman you meet.
Page. So I am, Susan, and I can’t help it—If no-body is by, I swear it to the trees, the waters, and the winds, nay, to myself—Yesterday I happened to meet Marcelina—
Susan. Marcelina! Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha!
Page. Why, she is a Woman, Susan.
Susan. Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha!