TATTLE.
You must let me speak, miss; you must not speak first. I must ask you questions, and you must answer.
MISS PRUE.
What, is it like the catechism?—Come, then, ask me.
TATTLE.
D'ye think you can love me?
MISS PRUE.
Yes.
TATTLE.
Pooh, pox, you must not say yes already. I shan't care a farthing for you then in a twinkling.