ACRES.
Odds blades! David, no gentleman will ever risk the loss of his honour.
DAVID.
I say then, it would be but civil in honour never to risk the loss of a gentleman. Look'ee, master, this honour seems to me a marvellously false friend, ay truly, a very courtier-like servant.
SIR ANTHONY.
Nay, but Jack, such eyes! So innocently wild! So bashfully irresolute! not a glance but speaks and kindle some thought of love! Then, Jack! her cheeks! so deeply blushing at the insinuation of her tell-tale eyes! Then, Jack, her lips! O Jack, lips, smiling at their own discretion, and if not smiling, more sweetly pouting, more lovely in sullenness!
MRS. CANDOUR.