Sir Geo. You'll apply it to my Cheek— The Ladies Favours are always Welcome; but I must have that Cloud withdrawn. (Taking hold of her.) Remember you are in the Park, Child, and what a terrible thing would it be to lose this pretty white Hand.
Miran. And how will it sound in a Chocolate-House, that Sir George Airy rudely pull'd off a Ladies Mask, when he had given her his Honour, that he never would, directly or indirectly endeavour to know her till she gave him Leave.
Patch. I wish we were safe out.
(Aside.
Sir Geo. But if that Lady thinks fit to pursue and meet me at every turn like some troubl'd Spirit, shall I be blam'd if I inquire into the Reality? I would have nothing dissatisfy'd in a Female Shape.
Miran. What shall I do?
(Pause.
Sir Geo. Ay, prithee consider, for thou shalt find me very much at thy Service.
Patch. Suppose, Sir, the Lady shou'd be in Love with you.
Sir Geo. Oh! I'll return the Obligation in a Moment.