Dap. Use her gently, and speak soft things to her.
Lyd. [Aside.] Now do I guess I know my coxcomb.—[To Dapperwit.] Sir, I am extremely glad I am fallen into the hands of a gentleman that can speak soft things; and this is so fine a night to hear soft things in;—morning, I should have said.
Dap. It will not be morning, dear madam, till you pull off your mask.—[Aside.] That I think was brisk.
Lyd. Indeed, dear sir, my face would frighten back the sun.
Dap. With glories more radiant than his own.—[Aside.] I keep up with her, I think.
Lyd. But why would you put me to the trouble of lighting the world, when I thought to have gone to sleep?
Dap. You only can do it, dear madam, let me perish!
Lyd. But why would you (of all men) practise treason against your friend Phœbus, and depose him for a mere stranger?
Dap. I think she knows me. [Aside.
Lyd. But he does not do you justice, I believe; and you are so positively cock-sure of your wit, you would refer to a mere stranger your plea to the bay-tree.