Sir _Charles_. To speak honestly, yes. When one is in a toyshop, there was no forbearing the baubles; so I was perpetually engaging with some coquet or other, whom I cou'd love perhaps just enough to put it into her power to plague me. _Clar._ Which power I suppose she sometimes made use of. Sir _Charles_. The amours of a coquet, Madam, general'y mean nothing farther; I look upon them and prudes to be nuisances much alike, tho' they seem very different; the first are always disturbing the men, and the latter always abusing the women. _Clar._ And all I think is to establish the character of being virtuous. Sir _Charles_. That is, being chaste they mean, for they know no other virtue; therefore indulge themselves in every thing else that's vicious; they (against nature) keep their chastity, only because they find more pleasure in doing mischief with it, than they shou'd have in parting with it. But, Madam, if both these characters are so odious, how highly to be valued is that woman, who can attain all they aim at, without the aid of the folly or vice of either! _Enter Lady ~Arabella~._ Lady _Ara._ Your servant, Sir. I won't ask your pardon for leaving you alone a little with a lady that I know shares so much of your good opinion. Sir _Charles_. I wish, Madam, she cou'd think my good opinion of value enough, to afford me a small part in hers. Lady _Ara._ I believe, Sir, every woman who knows she has a place in a fine gentleman's good opinion, will be glad to give him one in hers, if she can. But however you two may stand in one another's, you must take another time, if you desire to talk farther about it, or we shan't have enough to make our visits in; and so your servant, Sir. Come, _Clarinda_. Sir _Charles_. I'll stay and make my Lord a visit, if you will give me leave. Lady _Ara._ You have my leave, Sir, tho' you were a Lady. [_Exit with ~Clar~._ _Enter Lord ~Loverule~._ Lord _Love._ Sir _Charles_, your servant; what, have the ladies left you? Sir _Charles_. Yes, and the ladies in general I hope will leave me too. Lord _Love._ Why so? Sir _Charles_. That I mayn't be put to the ill manners of leaving them first. Lord _Love._ Do you then already find your gallantry inclining to an ebb? Sir _Charles_. 'Tis not that I am yet old enough to justify myself in an idle retreat, but I have got I think a sort of surfeit on me, that lessens much the force of female charms. Lord _Love._ Have you then been so glutted with their favours?