_Ang._ What madness, Sir Harry, what wild dream of loose desire, could prompt you to attempt this baseness?--View me well----the brightness of my mind, methinks, should lighten outwards, and let you see your mistake in my behaviour. _Sir H._ [_Mimicking._] Tal tidum, tidum, tal ti didi didum. A million to one, now, but this girl is just come flush from reading the Rival Queens----'Egad, I'll at her in her own cant--Oh, my Statira! Oh, my angry dear! turn thy eyes on me--behold thy beau in buskins. _Ang._ Behold me, sir; view me with a sober thought, free from those fumes of wine that throw a mist before your sight, and you shall find that every glance from my reproaching eyes is armed with sharp resentment, and with a virtuous pride that looks dishonour dead. _Sir H._ This is the first whore in heroics that I have met with. [_Aside._] Lookye, madam, as to that slender particular of your virtue, we sha'n't quarrel about it; you may be as virtuous as any woman in England, if you please. But, pray, madam, be pleased to consider, what is this same virtue that you make such a mighty noise about--Can your virtue keep you a coach and six? No, no; your virtuous women walk on foot.--Can your virtue stake for you at picquet? No. Then what business has a woman with virtue? Come, come, madam, I offered you fifty guineas; there's a hundred----The devil!--virtuous still!--Why, it is a hundred, five score, a hundred guineas. _Ang._ Oh, indignation! Were I a man, you durst not use me thus. But the mean, poor abuse you throw on me, reflects upon yourself: our sex still strikes an awe upon the brave, and only cowards dare affront a woman. _Sir H._ Affront! 'Sdeath, madam, a hundred guineas will set you up a bank at basset; a hundred guineas will furnish out your closet with china; a hundred guineas will give you an air of quality; a hundred guineas will buy you a rich cabinet for your billet-doux, or a fine Common Prayer Book for your virtue; a hundred guineas will buy a hundred fine things, and fine things are for fine ladies, and fine ladies are for fine gentlemen, and fine gentlemen are----'Egad, this Burgundy makes a man speak like an angel----Come, come, madam, take it, and put it to what use you please. _Ang._ I'll use it as I would the base unworthy giver, thus---- [_Throws down the Purse, and stamps upon it._ _Sir H._ I have no mind to meddle in state affairs; but these women will make me a parliament-man in spite of my teeth, on purpose to bring in a bill against their extortion. She tramples under foot that deity which all the world adores--Oh, the blooming pride of beautiful eighteen!--Pshaw!--I'll talk to her no longer; I'll make my market with the old gentlewoman; she knows business better----[_Goes to the Door._]--Here, you, friend: pray, desire the old lady to walk in----Harkye, 'egad, madam, I'll tell your mother. _Enter_ LADY DARLING. _Lady D._ Well, Sir Harry, and how d'ye like my daughter, pray?