MISS. Why, must I tell a lie then?

TATT. Yes, if you'd be well bred. All well bred persons lie.--
Besides, you are a woman, you must never speak what you think: your
words must contradict your thoughts; but your actions may contradict
your words. So when I ask you if you can love me, you must say no,
but you must love me too. If I tell you you are handsome, you must
deny it, and say I flatter you. But you must think yourself more
charming than I speak you: and like me, for the beauty which I say
you have, as much as if I had it myself. If I ask you to kiss me,
you must be angry, but you must not refuse me. If I ask you for
more, you must be more angry,--but more complying; and as soon as
ever I make you say you'll cry out, you must be sure to hold your
tongue.

MISS. O Lord, I swear this is pure. I like it better than our old-
fashioned country way of speaking one's mind;--and must not you lie
too?

TATT. Hum--yes--but you must believe I speak truth.

MISS. O Gemini! Well, I always had a great mind to tell lies; but
they frighted me, and said it was a sin.

TATT. Well, my pretty creature; will you make me happy by giving me
a kiss?

MISS. No, indeed; I'm angry at you. [Runs and kisses him.]