Fred, Who gave it?
Love. That I'm yet to learn.
Y. Book. How happy am I to meet you here!
Love. When I embrace you thus, no happiness can equal mine. [Saluting.
Y. Book. I thrust myself intrudingly upon you; but you'll pardon a man o'erjoyed to see you.
Love. Where you're always welcome you never can intrude.
Y. Book. What were you talking of?
Love. Of an entertainment.
Y. Book. Given by some lover?
Love. As we suppose.