TATT. O Lord! Yes, indeed, madam, several times.
ANG. I swear I don’t think ’tis possible.
TATT. Yes, I vow and swear I have; Lord, madam, I’m the most unfortunate man in the world, and the most cruelly used by the ladies.
ANG. Nay, now you’re ungrateful.
TATT. No, I hope not, ’tis as much ingratitude to own some favours as to conceal others.
VAL. There, now it’s out.
ANG. I don’t understand you now. I thought you had never asked anything but what a lady might modestly grant, and you confess.
SCAN. So faith, your business is done here; now you may go brag somewhere else.
TATT. Brag! O heavens! Why, did I name anybody?
ANG. No; I suppose that is not in your power; but you would if you could, no doubt on’t.