Niece. A dwarf cannot be too little.
Cler. I'll make him a blackamoor to distinguish him from the other too powerful dwarf [Sighs]—the Cupid—I'll place that beauteous boy near you, 'twill look very natural—He'll certainly take you for his mother Venus.
Niece. I leave these particulars to your own fancy.
Cler.[97] Please, madam, to uncover your neck a little; a little lower still—a little, little lower.
Niece. I'll be drawn thus, if you please, sir.
Cler. Ladies, have you heard the news of a late marriage between a young lady of great fortune and a younger brother of a good family?
Aunt. Pray, sir, how is it?
Cler. This young gentleman, ladies, is a particular acquaintance of mine, and much about my age and stature (look me full in the face, madam); he accidentally met the young lady, who had in her all the perfections of her sex (hold up your head, madam, that's right); she let him know that his person and discourse were not altogether disagreeable to her. The difficulty was how to gain a second interview (your eyes full upon mine, madam); for never was there such a sigher in all the valleys of Arcadia as that unfortunate youth, during the absence of her he loved.
Aunt. Alack-a-day! poor young gentleman!
Niece. It must be he—what a charming amour is this! [Aside.