Lady Fan. _Ah la mechante Françoise!_ Madam. _Ah la belle Angloise!_ [_Forcing her Lady off._ [Illustration] +ACT+ II. +SCENE+, _St. ~James~'s Park_. _Enter Lady ~Fancyfull and Madamoiselle~._ _Lady Fan._ Well, I vow, _Madamoiselle_, I'm strangely impatient to know who this confident Fellow is. _Enter ~Heartfree~._ Look, there's _Heartfree_. But sure it can't be him; he's a profess'd Woman-hater. Yet who knows what my wicked Eyes may have done? Madam. _Il nous approche, Madame._ _Lady Fan._ Yes, 'tis he: now will he be most intolerably cavalier, tho' he should be in love with me. _Heart._ Madam, I'm your humble Servant; I perceive you have more Humility and Good-Nature than I thought you had. _Lady Fan._ What you attribute to Humility and Good-Nature, Sir, may perhaps be only due to Curiosity. I had a mind to know who 'twas had ill manners enough to write that Letter. [_Throwing him his Letter._ _Heart._ Well, and now I hope you are satisfy'd. _Lady Fan._ I am so, Sir: Good by t'ye. _Heart._ Nay, hold there; tho' you have done your Business, I han't done mine: By your Ladyship's leave, we must have one Moment's Prattle together. Have you a mind to be the prettiest Woman about Town, or not? How she stares upon me! What! this passes for an impertinent Question with you now, because you think you are so already? _Lady Fan._ Pray, Sir, let me ask you a Question in my Turn: By what Right do you pretend to examine me? _Heart._ By the same Right that the strong govern the weak, because I have you in my power; for you cannot get so quickly to your Coach, but I shall have time enough to make you hear every thing I have to say to you. _Lady Fan._ These are strange Liberties you take, Mr. _Heartfree_. _Heart._ They are so, Madam, but there's no help for it; for know that I have a Design upon you. _Lady Fan._ Upon me, Sir! _Heart._ Yes; and one that will turn to your Glory, and my Comfort, if you will but be a little wiser than you use to be. _Lady Fan._ Very well, Sir. _Heart._ Let me see----Your Vanity, Madam, I take to be about some eight Degrees higher than any Woman's in the Town, let t'other be who she will; and my Indifference is naturally about the same Pitch. Now, could you find the way to turn this Indifference into Fire and Flames, methinks your Vanity ought to be satisfy'd; and this, perhaps, you might bring about upon pretty reasonable Terms. _Lady Fan._ And pray at what rate would this Indifference be bought off, if one shou'd have so depraved an Appetite to desire it? _Heart._ Why, Madam, to drive a Quaker's Bargain, and make but one word with you, if I do part with it--you must lay me down--your Affectation. _Lady Fan._ My Affectation, Sir! _Heart._ Why, I ask you nothing but what you may very well spare.