Patch. And marry her?
Sir Geo. Ha, ha, ha, that's not the way to Love her Child.
Miran. If he discovers me, I shall die— Which way shall I escape?— Let me see.
(Pauses.
Sir Geo. Well, Madam—
Miran. I have it— Sir George, 'tis fit you should allow something; if you'll excuse my Face, and turn your Back (if you look upon me I shall sink, even mask'd as I am) I will confess why I have engag'd you so often, who I am, and where I live?
Sir Geo. Well, to show you I'm a Man of Honour I accept the Conditions. Let me but once know those, and the Face won't be long a Secret to me.
(Aside.
Patch. What mean you, Madam?
Miran. To get off.