Dap. She jeers me, let me perish! [Aside.
Vin. Dapperwit, a little of your aid; for my lady's invincibly dumb.
Dap. Would mine had been so too! [Aside.
Vin. I have used as many arguments to make her speak, as are requisite to make other women hold their tongues.
Dap. Well, I am ready to change sides.—Yet before I go, madam, since the moon consents now I should see your face, let me desire you to pull off your mask; which to a handsome lady is a favour, I'm sure.
Lyd. Truly, sir, I must not be long in debt to you for the obligation; pray let me hear you recite some of your verses; which to a wit is a favour, I'm sure.
Dap. Madam, it belongs to your sex to be obliged first; pull off your mask, and I'll pull out my paper.—[Aside.] Brisk again, of my side.
Lyd. 'Twould be in vain, for you would want a candle now.
Dap. [Aside.] I dare not make use again of the lustre of her face.—[To Lydia.] I'll wait upon you home then, madam.