Enter Lucy, holding down her head.
Dap. Your servant, dearest miss: can you have—
Mrs. Cros. Let me ask her.
Dap. No, I'll ask her.
Ran. I'll throw up cross or pile[39] who shall ask her.
Dap. Can you have the heart to say you will never more break a cheese-cake with me at New Spring Garden,[40] the Neat-house, or Chelsea? never more sit in my lap at a new play? never more wear a suit of knots of my choice? and, last of all, never more pass away an afternoon with me again in the Green Garret?—do not forget the Green Garret.
Lucy. I wish I had never seen the Green Garret.—Damn the Green Garret!
Dap. Damn the Green Garret!—You are strangely altered!
Lucy. 'Tis you are altered.
Dap. You have refused Colby's Mulberry-garden, and the French houses, for the Green Garret; and a little something in the Green Garret pleased you more than the best treat the other places could yield; and can you of a sudden quit the Green Garret?