Mons. But you will promise then to have the care of my honour? pray, good madam, have de care of my honour, pray have de care of my honour. Will you have care of my honour? pray have de care of my honour, and do not tell if you can help it; pray, dear madam, do not tell. [Kneels to them.
Flirt. I would not tell for fear of losing you, my love for you will make me secret.
Mons. Why, do you love me?
Flirt. Indeed I cannot help telling you now, what my modesty ought to conceal, but my eyes would disclose it too:—I have a passion for you, sir.
Mons. A passion for me!
Flirt. An extreme passion, dear sir; you are so French, so mightily French, so agreeable French—but I'll tell you more of my heart at home: come along.
Mons. But is your pation sincere?
Flirt. The truest in the world.
Mons. Well then, I'll venture my body with thee for one night.