"Mar. I thought the company were here, and Clerimont—
"Sir B. One, more your slave than Clerimont, is here.
"Mar. Dear Sir Benjamin, I thought you promised me to drop this subject. If I have really any power over you, you will oblige me—
"Sir B. Power over me! What is there you could not command me in? Have you not wrought on me to proffer my love to Lady Sneerwell? Yet though you gain this from me, you will not give me the smallest token of gratitude.
"Enter CLERIMONT behind.
"Mar. How can I believe your love sincere, when you continue still to importune me?
"Sir B. I ask but for your friendship, your esteem.
"Mar. That you shall ever be entitled to—then I may depend upon your honor?
"Sir B. Eternally—dispose of my heart as you please.
"Mar. Depend upon it, I shall study nothing but its happiness. I need not repeat my caution as to Clerimont?