_Bis._ All the better, patient, all the better;--Come, sir, sing now, sing, I know you sing well: I see you have a singing face--a heavy, dull, sonata face. _Dur._ Who, I sing? _Bis._ O you're modest, sir--but come, sit down closer--closer. Here, a bottle of wine! [_Exit_ MAID, _and returns with Wine_.] Come, sir--sing, sir. _Dur._ But, madam, I came to talk with you. _Bis._ O sir, you shall drink first.--Come, fill me a bumper--here, sir, bless the king! _Dur._ 'Would I were out of his dominions!--By this light, she'll make me drunk too! _Bis._ O pardon me, sir, you shall do me right--fill it higher.--Now, sir, can you drink a health under your leg? _Dur._ Rare philosophy that, 'faith! _Bis._ Come, off with it to the bottom!--Now, how d'ye like me, sir? _Dur._ O, mighty well, madam! _Bis._ You see how a woman's fancy varies! sometimes, splenetic and heavy, then, gay and frolicsome.--And how d'ye like the humour? _Dur._ Good madam, let me sit down to answer you, for I am heartily tired. _Bis._ Fie upon't! a young man, and tired! up, for shame, and walk about!--Action becomes us--a little faster, sir--What d'ye think now of my Lady La Pale, and Lady Coquet, the duke's fair daughter? Ha! Are they not brisk lasses? Then there is black Mrs. Bellair, and brown Mrs. Bellface! _Dur._ They are all strangers to me, madam. _Bis._ But let me tell you, sir, that brown is not always despicable--O Lard, sir, if young Mrs. Bagatell had kept herself single till this time o'day, what a beauty there had been! And then, you know, the charming Mrs. Monkeylove, the fair gem of St. Germain's! _Dur._ Upon my soul, I don't! _Bis._ And then, you must have heard of the English beau, Spleenamore, how unlike a gentleman---- _Dur._ Hey!--not a syllable on't, as I hope to be saved, madam! _Bis._ No! Why, then, play me a jig;--[_Music._]--Come, sir. _Dur._ By this light, I cannot! 'faith, madam, I have sprained my leg! _Bis._ Then sit you down, sir;--and now tell me what's your business with me? What's your errand? Quick, quick, despatch!--Odso, may be, you are some gentleman's servant, that has brought me a letter, or a haunch of venison? _Dur._ 'Sdeath, madam, do I look like a carrier? _Bis._ O, cry you mercy, I saw you just now, I mistook you, upon my word! you are one of the travelling gentlemen--and pray, sir, how do all our impudent friends in Italy? _Dur._ Madam, I came to wait on you with a more serious intention than your entertainment has answered.