Tim. Tempting, handsome sir! I've known a woman of handsome, tempting fortunes throw herself away upon a handsome, tempting sir.
Lieut. Hark you, sir: if she had, and could be tempted to't, have you a mind to marry? Would you marry her?
Tim. O, and a man were so worthy, tempting sir.
Lieut. Give me but a piece from you.
Tim. And when will you give it me again?
Lieut. Pray, give me but a piece from you. I'll pay this reckoning into the bargain; and if I have not a trick to make it your own, I'll give you ten for't—here's my witness.
Tim. There 'tis; send thee good luck with't, and go drunk to bed.
Lieut. Do not you be too rash, for she observes you, and is infinitely affected to good breeding.
Tim. I wonnot speak, I tell you, till you hold up your finger or fall a-whistling.
Capt. Come, we'll pay at bar, and to the Mitre in Bread Street;[63] we'll make a mad night on't. Please you, sweet ladies, but to walk into Bread Street; this gentleman has [had] a foolish slight supper, and he most ingeniously professes it would appear to him the meridian altitude of his desired happiness but to have the table decked with a pair of perfections so exquisitely refulgent.