SCENE XVI.
[To them] Tattle and Angelica.
JERE. I’ll take care, and—
VAL. Whisper.
ANG. Nay, Mr. Tattle, if you make love to me, you spoil my design, for I intend to make you my confidant.
TATT. But, madam, to throw away your person—such a person!—and such a fortune on a madman!
ANG. I never loved him till he was mad; but don’t tell anybody so.
SCAN. How’s this! Tattle making love to Angelica!
TATT. Tell, madam? Alas, you don’t know me. I have much ado to tell your ladyship how long I have been in love with you—but encouraged by the impossibility of Valentine’s making any more addresses to you, I have ventured to declare the very inmost passion of my heart. O madam, look upon us both. There you see the ruins of a poor decayed creature—here, a complete and lively figure, with youth and health, and all his five senses in perfection, madam, and to all this, the most passionate lover—
ANG. O fie, for shame, hold your tongue. A passionate lover, and five senses in perfection! When you are as mad as Valentine, I’ll believe you love me, and the maddest shall take me.