_Clinch. sen._ Oh lord, sir, that's easy. Suppose the ship cast away; now, whilst, other foolish people are busy at their prayers, I whip on my swimming girdle, clap a month's provision in my pocket, and sails me away, like an egg in a duck's belly. Well, sir, you must pardon me now, I'm going to see my mistress. [_Exit._ _Sir H._ This fellow's an accomplished ass before he goes abroad. Well, this Angelica has got into my heart, and I cannot get her out of my head. I must pay her t'other visit. [_Exit._ SCENE II. LADY DARLING'S _House_. _Enter_ ANGELICA, LADY DARLING, CLINCHER JUNIOR, _and_ DICKY. _Lady D._ This is my daughter, cousin. _Dicky._ Now sir, remember your three scrapes. _Clinch. jun._ [_Saluting_ ANGELICA.] One, two, three, your humble servant. Was not that right, Dicky? _Dicky._ Ay, 'faith, sir; but why don't you speak to her? _Clinch. jun._ I beg your pardon, Dicky; I know my distance. Would you have me to speak to a lady at the first sight? _Dicky._ Ay sir, by all means; the first aim is the surest. _Clinch. jun._ Now for a good jest, to make her laugh heartily----By Jupiter Ammon, I'll give her a kiss. [_Goes towards her._ _Enter_ WILDAIR, _interposing_. _Sir H._ 'Tis all to no purpose; I told you so before; your pitiful five guineas will never do. You may go; I'll outbid you. _Clinch. jun._ What the devil! the madman's here again. _Lady D._ Bless me, cousin, what d'ye mean? Affront a gentleman of his quality in my house? _Clinch. jun._ Quality!--Why, madam, I don't know what you mean by your madmen, and your beaux, and your quality----they're all alike, I believe. _Lady D._ Pray, sir, walk with me into the next room. [_Exit_ LADY DARLING, _leading_ CLINCHER, DICKY _following_. _Ang._ Sir, if your conversation be no more agreeable than 'twas the last time, I would advise you to make your visit as short as you can. _Sir H._ The offences of my last visit, madam, bore their punishment in the commission; and have made me as uneasy till I receive pardon, as your ladyship can be till I sue for it. _Ang._ Sir Harry, I did not well understand the offence, and must therefore proportion it to the greatness of your apology; if you would, therefore, have me think it light, take no great pains in an excuse. _Sir H._ How sweet must the lips be that guard that tongue! Then, madam, no more of past offences; let us prepare for joys to come. Let this seal my pardon. [_Kisses her Hand._ _Ang._ Hold, sir: one question, Sir Harry, and pray answer plainly--D'ye love me? _Sir H._ Love you! Does fire ascend? Do hypocrites dissemble? Usurers love gold, or great men flattery? Doubt these, then question that I love. _Ang._ This shows your gallantry, sir, but not your love. _Sir H._ View your own charms, madam, then judge my passion.