_Sylv._ Oh, who can be so dull, not to be ravished with that roisterous mien of yours, that ruffling air in your gait, that seems to cry where'er you go, "Make room, here comes the captain!" that face which bids defiance to the weather? Bless us! if I were a poor farmer's wife in the country now, and you wanted quarters, how would it fright me! But as I am young, not very ugly, and one you never saw before, how lovingly it looks upon me! _Cour._ Who can forbear to sigh, look pale, and languish, where beauty and wit unite both their forces to enslave a heart so tractable as mine is? First, for that modish swim of your body, the victorious motion of your arms and head, the toss of your fan, the glancing of the eyes--bless us! if I were a dainty fine-dressed coxcomb, with a great estate, and a little or no wit, vanity in abundance and good for nothing, how would they melt and soften me! but as I am a scandalous honest rascal, not fool enough to be your sport, nor rich enough to be your prey, how gloatingly they look upon me! _Sylv._ Alas, alas! what pity 'tis your honesty should ever do you hurt, or your wit spoil your preferment! _Cour._ Just as much, fair lady, as that your beauty should make you be envied at, or your virtue provoke scandal. _Sylv._ Well, the more I look, the more I'm in love with you. _Cour._ The more I look, the more I am out of love with you. _Sylv._ How my heart swells when I see you! _Cour._ How my stomach rises when I am near you! _Sylv._ Nay, then let's bargain. _Cour._ With all my heart; what? _Sylv._ Not to fall in love with each other; I assure you, Monsieur Captain. _Cour._ But to hate one another constantly and cordially. _Sylv._ Always when you are drunk, I desire you to talk scandalously of me. _Cour._ Ay, and when I am sober too; in return whereof, whene'er you see a coquette of your acquaintance, and I chance to be named, be sure you spit at the filthy remembrance, and rail at me as if you loved me. _Sylv._ In the next place, whene'er we meet in the Mall, I desire you to "Humph!" put out your tongue, make ugly mouths, laugh aloud, and look back at me. _Cour._ Which, if I chance to do, be sure at next turning to pick up some tawdry fluttering fop or another. _Sylv._ That I made acquaintance withal at the music-meeting? _Cour._ Right, just such another spark to saunter by your side, with his hat under his arm. _Sylv._ Hearkening to all the bitter things I can say to be revenged. _Cour._ Whilst the dull rogue dare not so much as grin to oblige you, for fear of being beaten for it, when he is out of his waiting. _Sylv._ Counterfeit your letters from me. _Cour._ And you, to be even with me for the scandal, publish to all the world I offered to marry you. _Sylv._ O hideous marriage!