Hip. "Dear miss! sweet miss!" how came you and I so well acquainted? this is one of your confident tricks, too, as I have been told; you'll be acquainted with a woman in the time you can help her over a bench in the playhouse, or to her coach. But I need not wonder at your confidence, since you could come in at the great gallery window, just now. But, pray, who shall pay for the glass you have broken?
Ger. Pretty creature! your father might have made the window bigger then, since he has so fine a daughter, and will not allow people to come in at the door to her.
Hip. A pleasant man!—well, 'tis harder playing the hypocrite with him, I see, than with my aunt or father; and if dissimulation were not very natural to a woman, I'm sure I could not use it at this time: but the mask of simplicity and innocency is as useful to an intriguing woman as the mask of religion to a statesman, they say. [Aside.
Ger. Why do you look away, dearest miss?
Hip. Because you quarrelled with me just now for frowning upon you, and I cannot help it, if I look upon you.
Ger. O! let me see that face at any rate.
Hip. Would you have me frown upon you? for I shall be sure to do't.
Ger. Come, I'll stand fair: you have done your worst to my heart already.
Hip. Now I dare not look upon him, lest I should not be able to keep my word. [Aside.
Ger. Come, I am ready:—[Aside.] and yet I am afraid of her frowns.—[To Hippolita.] Come, look, Ih—am ready, Ih—am ready.