Sir Geo. Why, I'm in Love.
Cha. In Love— Ha, ha, ha, ha; In Love, Ha, ha, ha, with what, prithee, a Cherubin!
Sir Geo. No, with a Woman.
Cha. A Woman, Good, Ha, ha, ha, and Gold not help thee?
Sir Geo. But suppose I'm in Love with two—
Cha. Ay, if thou'rt in Love with two hundred, Gold will fetch 'em, I warrant thee, Boy. But who are they? who are they? come.
Sir Geo. One is a Lady, whose Face I never saw, but Witty as an Angel; the other Beautiful as Venus—
Cha. And a Fool—
Sir Geo. For ought I know, for I never spoke to her, but you can inform me; I am charm'd by the Wit of One, and dye for the Beauty of the Other?
Cha. And pray, which are you in Quest of now?