Sylv. How my heart swells when I see you!
Cour. How my stomach rises when I am near you!
Sylv. Nay, then let's bargain.
Cour. With all my heart; what?
Sylv. Not to fall in love with each other; I assure you, Monsieur Captain.
Cour. But to hate one another constantly and cordially.
Sylv. Always when you are drunk, I desire you to talk scandalously of me.
Cour. Ay, and when I am sober too; in return whereof, whene'er you see a coquette of your acquaintance, and I chance to be named, be sure you spit at the filthy remembrance, and rail at me as if you loved me.
Sylv. In the next place, whene'er we meet in the Mall, I desire you to "Humph!" put out your tongue, make ugly mouths, laugh aloud, and look back at me.
Cour. Which, if I chance to do, be sure at next turning to pick up some tawdry fluttering fop or another.