MISS. What must I say then?
TATT. Why you must say no, or you believe not, or you can’t tell—
MISS. Why, must I tell a lie then?
TATT. Yes, if you’d be well bred. All well bred persons lie.—Besides, you are a woman, you must never speak what you think: your words must contradict your thoughts; but your actions may contradict your words. So when I ask you if you can love me, you must say no, but you must love me too. If I tell you you are handsome, you must deny it, and say I flatter you. But you must think yourself more charming than I speak you: and like me, for the beauty which I say you have, as much as if I had it myself. If I ask you to kiss me, you must be angry, but you must not refuse me. If I ask you for more, you must be more angry,—but more complying; and as soon as ever I make you say you’ll cry out, you must be sure to hold your tongue.
MISS. O Lord, I swear this is pure. I like it better than our old-fashioned country way of speaking one’s mind;—and must not you lie too?
TATT. Hum—yes—but you must believe I speak truth.
MISS. O Gemini! Well, I always had a great mind to tell lies; but they frighted me, and said it was a sin.
TATT. Well, my pretty creature; will you make me happy by giving me a kiss?
MISS. No, indeed; I’m angry at you. [Runs and kisses him.]
TATT. Hold, hold, that’s pretty well, but you should not have given it me, but have suffered me to have taken it.