Sir Sim. Not I, faith and troth!
L. Flip. I am glad on't; for no man e'er liked a woman the better for having known her before.
Sir Sim. Ay, but then one can't be so free with a new acquaintance as with an old one; she may deny one the civility.
L. Flip. Not till you ask her.
Sir Sim. But I am afraid to be denied.
L. Flip. Let me tell you, sir, you cannot disoblige us women more than in distrusting us.
Sir Sim. Pish! what should one ask for, when you know one's meaning?—but shall I deal freely with you?
L. Flip. I love, of my life, men should deal freely with me; there are so few men will deal freely with one—
Sir Sim. Are you not a fireship,[32] a punk, madam?
L. Flip. Well, sir, I love raillery.