"_Miss Prue._ Well; and how will you make love to me? come, I long to have you begin. Must I make love too? you must tell me how. _Tattle._ You must let me speak, miss, you must not speak first; I must ask you questions, and you must answer. _Miss P._ What, is it like the catechism?--come then, ask me. _T._ D'ye think you can love me? _Miss P._ Yes. _T._ Pooh! pox! you must not say yes already; I shan't care a farthing for you then in a twinkling. _Miss P._ What must I say then? _T._ Why, you must say no, or you believe not, or you can't tell. _Miss P._ Why, must I tell a lie then? _T._ Yes, if you'd be well-bred; all well-bred persons lie. Besides, you are a woman, you must never speak what you think: your words must contradict your thoughts; but your actions may contradict your words. So, when I ask you, if you can love me, you must say no, but you must love me too. If I tell you you are handsome, you must deny it, and say I flatter you. But you must think yourself more charming than I speak you: and like me, for the beauty which I say you have, as much as if I had it myself. If I ask you to kiss me, you must be angry, but you must not refuse me.... _Miss P._ O Lord, I swear this is pure!--I like it better than our old-fashioned country way of speaking one's mind;--and must not you lie too? _T._ Hum!--Yes; but you must believe I speak truth. _Miss P._ O Gemini! well, I always had a great mind to tell lies; but they frighted me, and said it was a sin. _T._ Well, my pretty creature; will you make me happy by giving me a kiss? _Miss P._ No, indeed; I'm angry at you. (_Runs and kisses him._) _T._ Hold, hold, that's pretty well;--but you should not have given it me, but have suffered me to have taken it. _Miss P._ Well, we'll do it again. _T._ With all my heart. Now, then, my little angel. (_Kisses her._) _Miss P._ Pish! _T._ That's right--again, my charmer! (_Kisses again._) _Miss P._ O fy! nay, now I can't abide you. _T._ Admirable! that was as well as if you had been born and bred in Covent Garden."[349]