I hate
To dance! I can't endure to dance!--Of course
You have danced with her?
True. I have.
Wild. You have?
True. I have.
Wild. I do abominate to dance!--could carve
Fiddlers and company! A dancing man
To me was ever like a dancing dog!
Save less to be endured.--Ne'er saw I one
But I bethought me of the master's whip.
True. A man might bear the whip to dance with her!
Wild. Not if I had the laying of it on!
True. Well; let that pass. The lady is the theme.
Wild. Yes; make an end of it!--I'm sick of it. [Aside.]
True. How well she plays the harpsichord and harp!
How well she sings to them! Whoe'er would prove
The power of song, should hear thy neighbour sing,
Especially a love-song!
Wild. Does she sing
Such songs to thee?
True. Oh, yes, and constantly.
For such I ever ask her.
Wild. Forward minx! [Aside.]
Maids should not sing love-songs to gentlemen!
Think'st neighbour Constance is a girl to love?
True. A girl to love?--Ay, and with all her soul!
Wild. How know you that?
True. I have studied close the sex.
Wild. You town-rakes are the devil for the sex! [Aside.]
True. Not your most sensitive and serious maid
I'd always take for deep impressions.
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