MISS. Well, we’ll do it again.
TATT. With all my heart.—Now then, my little angel. [Kisses her.]
MISS. Pish.
TATT. That’s right,—again, my charmer. [Kisses again.]
MISS. O fie, nay, now I can’t abide you.
TATT. Admirable! That was as well as if you had been born and bred in Covent Garden. And won’t you shew me, pretty miss, where your bed-chamber is?
MISS. No, indeed won’t I; but I’ll run there, and hide myself from you behind the curtains.
TATT. I’ll follow you.
MISS. Ah, but I’ll hold the door with both hands, and be angry;—and you shall push me down before you come in.
TATT. No, I’ll come in first, and push you down afterwards.