GOVERNOR.
Conscience!
TILNURINA.
A thousand pounds!
GOVERNOR.
Ha! thou hast touch’d me nearly!
PUFF.
There you see-she threw in Tilburina.
Quick, parry Carte with England! Ha! thrust in tierce a title!—parried by honour.
Ha! a pension over the arm!—put by by conscience.
Then flankonade with a thousand pounds—and a palpable hit, egad!
TILNURINA.
Canst thou—Reject the suppliant, and the daughter too?
GOVERNOR.
No more; I would not hear thee plead in vain: The father softens—but the governor Is fix’d! [Exit.]
DANGLE.
Ay, that antithesis of persons is a most established figure.
TILNURINA.
’Tis well,—hence then, fond hopes,—fond passion hence; Duty, behold I am all over thine—
DON FEROLO WHISKERANDOS.
[Without.] Where is my love—my—
TILNURINA.
Ha!