Cler. At length, ladies, he bethought himself of an expedient; he dressed himself just as I am now, and came to draw her picture (your eyes full upon mine, pray, madam).
Hump. A subtle dog, I warrant him.
Cler. And by that means found an opportunity of carrying her off, and marrying her.
Aunt. Indeed, your friend was a very vicious young man.
Niece. Yet perhaps the young lady was not displeased at what he had done.
Cler. But, madam, what were the transports of the lover when she made him that confession?
Niece. I daresay she thought herself very happy when she got out of her guardian's hands.
Aunt. 'Tis very true, niece; there are abundance of those headstrong young baggages about town.
Cler. The gentleman has often told me, he was strangely struck at first sight, but when she sat to him for her picture, and assumed all those graces that are proper for the occasion, his torment was so exquisite, his passion so violent, that he could not have lived a day, had he not found means to make the charmer of his heart his own.
Hump. 'Tis certainly the foolishest thing in the world to stand shilly-shally about a woman, when one has a mind to marry her.