MISS. No! What then? What shall you and I do together?

TATT. I must make love to you, pretty Miss; will you let me make
love to you?

MISS. Yes, if you please.

TATT. Frank, i'Gad, at least. What a pox does Mrs Foresight mean
by this civility? Is it to make a fool of me? Or does she leave us
together out of good morality, and do as she would be done by?--Gad,
I'll understand it so. [Aside.]

MISS. Well; and how will you make love to me--come, I long to have
you begin,--must I make love too? You must tell me how.

TATT. You must let me speak, Miss, you must not speak first; I must
ask you questions, and you must answer.

MISS. What, is it like the catechism? Come then, ask me.

TATT. D'ye think you can love me?

MISS. Yes.

TATT. Pooh, pox, you must not say yes already; I shan't care a
farthing for you then in a twinkling.

MISS. What must I say then?

TATT. Why you must say no, or you believe not, or you can't tell -