[_Aside._ _Lop._ Shall I venture? [_Aside._ _Jac._ How severe a Look he has! [_Aside._ _Lop._ She seems very reserv'd. [_Aside._ _Jac._ If he shou'd put the Negative upon me. [_Aside._ _Lop._ She seems a Woman of great Discretion; I tremble. [_Aside._ _Jac._ Hang it, I must venture. [_Aside._ _Lop._ Faint Heart never won fair Lady. [_Aside._ _Jac._ _Lopez_! _Lop._ _Jacinta_! _Jac._ O dear Heart! Is't you? _Lop._ Charming _Jacinta_, fear me not. _Jac._ O ho! he begins to talk soft----then let us take upon us again. [_Aside._ _Lop._ Cruel _Jacinta_, whose Mouth (small as it is) has made but one Morsel of my Heart. _Jac._ It's well he prevents me. I was going to leap about the Rascal's Neck. [_Aside._ _Lop._ Barbare _Jacinta_, cast your Eyes On your poor _Lopez_, ere he dies. _Jac._ Poetry too! Nay then I have done his Business. [_Aside._ _Lop._ Feel how I burn with hot desire, Ah! pity me, and quench my Fire. Deaf, my fair Tyrant, deaf to my Woes! Nay, then, Barbarian, in it goes. [_Drawing a Knife._ _Jac._ Why, how now, Jack Sauce? why, how now, Presumption? What Encouragement have I given you, Jack-a-lent, to attack me with your Tenders? I cou'd tear your Eyes out, Sirrah, for thinking I'm such a one. What Indecency have you seen in my Behaviour, Impudence, that you shou'd think me for your beastly Turn, you Goat, you? _Lop._ Patience, my much offended Goddess, 'tis honourably I wou'd share your Bed. _Jac._ Peace, I say--Mr. _Liquorish_. I, for whom the most successful Cavaliers employ their Sighs in vain, shall I look down upon a crawling Worm? Pha--See that Crop Ear there, that Vermin that wants to eat at a Table, would set his Master's Mouth a-watering. _Lop._ May I presume to make an humble Meal upon what savoury Remnants he may leave? _Jac._ No. _Lop._ 'Tis hard! 'tis wondrous hard! _Jac._ Leave me. _Lop._ 'Tis pitiful, 'tis wondrous pitiful! _Jac._ Begone, I say. Thus, Ladies 'tis, perhaps, sometimes with you; With Scorn you fly the Thing, which you pursue. [_Exit ~Jac~._