Harry. You know where he is now?
Dorothy. At Squire Gryll's, rehearsing a play for Christmas.
Harry. And Squire Gryll's niece is a great beauty, and a great fortune.
Dorothy. Squire Gryll's niece was here, and my sisters and myself saw a great deal of her. She is a very nice young lady; but he has seen great beauties and great fortunes before; he has always been indifferent to the beauties, and he does not care about fortune. I am sure he would not like to change his mode of life.
Harry. Ah, Miss Dorothy! you don't know what it is to fall in love. It tears a man up by the roots, like a gale of wind.
Dorothy. Is that your case, Master Harry?
Harry. Indeed it is, Miss Dorothy. If you didn't speak kindly to me, I do not know what would become of me. But you always speak kindly to me, though you won't have me.
Dorothy. I never said won't, Master Harry.
Harry. No, but you always say can't, and that's the same as won't, so long as you don't.
Dorothy. You are a very good young man, Master Harry. Everybody speaks well of you. And I am really pleased to think you are so partial to me. And if my young master and my sisters were married, and I were disposed to follow their example, I will tell you very truly, you are the only person I should think of, Master Harry.