_Flip._ And how!----And how do you think you would have me do't? And you have such a way with you, one can refuse you nothing. But I have brought myself into a fine business by it. _Mon._ Good lack:----But, I hope, _Flippanta_-- _Flip._ Yes, your hopes will do much, when I am turn'd out of doors. _Mon._ Was she then terrible angry? _Flip._ Oh! had you seen how she flew, when she saw where I was pointing; for you must know I went round the bush and round the bush, before I came to the matter. _Mon._ Nay, 'tis a ticklish point, that must be own'd. _Flip._ On my word is it----I mean where a lady's truly virtuous; for that's our case you must know. _Mon._ A very dangerous case indeed. _Flip._ But I can tell you one thing----she has an inclination to you. _Mon._ Is it possible! _Flip._ Yes, and I told her so at last. _Mon._ Well, and what did she answer thee? _Flip._ Slap----and bid me bring it you for a token. [_Giving him a slap on the face._ _Mon._ And you have lost none on't by the way, with a pox t'ye. [_Aside._ _Flip._ Now this, I think, looks the best in the world. _Mon._ Yea, but really it feels a little oddly. _Flip._ Why, you must know, ladies have different ways of expressing their kindness, according to the humour they are in: if she had been in a good one, it had been a kiss; but as long as she sent you something, your affairs go well. _Mon._ Why, truly, I am a little ignorant in the mysterious parts of love, so I must be guided by thee. But pr'ythee take her in a good humour next token she sends me. _Flip._ Ah----good humour? _Mon._ What's the matter? _Flip._ Poor lady! _Man._ Ha! _Flip._ If I durst tell you all---- _Mon._ What then? _Flip._ You would not expect to see her in one a good while. _Mon._ Why, I pray? _Flip._ I must own I did take an unseasonable time to talk of love-matters to her. _Mon._ Why, what's the matter? _Flip._ Nothing. _Mon._ Nay, pr'ythee tell me. _Flip._ I dare not. _Mon._ You must indeed. _Flip._ Why, when women are in difficulties, how can they think of pleasure? _Mon._ Why, what difficulties can she be in? _Flip._ Nay, I do but guess after all; for she has that grandeur of soul, she'd die before she'd tell. _Mon._ But what dost thou suspect? _Flip._ Why, what should one suspect, where a husband loves nothing but getting of money, and a wife nothing but spending on't? _Mon._ So she wants that same, then? _Flip._ I say no such thing, I know nothing of the matter; pray make no wrong interpretation of what I say, my Lady wants nothing that I know of. 'Tis true----she has had ill luck at cards of late, I believe she has not won once this month: but what of that? _Mon._ Ha! _Flip._ 'Tis true, I know her spirit's that she'd see her husband hanged before she'd ask him for a farthing. _Mon._ Ha!