MRS. FORE. And so you think we are free for one another?
SCAN. Yes, faith I think so; I love to speak my mind.
MRS. FORE. Why, then, I’ll speak my mind. Now as to this affair between you and me. Here you make love to me; why, I’ll confess it does not displease me. Your person is well enough, and your understanding is not amiss.
SCAN. I have no great opinion of myself, but I think I’m neither deformed nor a fool.
MRS. FORE. But you have a villainous character: you are a libertine in speech, as well as practice.
SCAN. Come, I know what you would say: you think it more dangerous to be seen in conversation with me than to allow some other men the last favour; you mistake: the liberty I take in talking is purely affected for the service of your sex. He that first cries out stop thief is often he that has stol’n the treasure. I am a juggler, that act by confederacy; and if you please, we’ll put a trick upon the world.
MRS. FORE. Ay; but you are such an universal juggler, that I’m afraid you have a great many confederates.
SCAN. Faith, I’m sound.
MRS. FORE. Oh, fie—I’ll swear you’re impudent.
SCAN. I’ll swear you’re handsome.