TATT. O Lord! Yes, indeed, madam, several times.

ANG. I swear I don't think 'tis possible.

TATT. Yes, I vow and swear I have; Lord, madam, I'm the most
unfortunate man in the world, and the most cruelly used by the
ladies.

ANG. Nay, now you're ungrateful.

TATT. No, I hope not, 'tis as much ingratitude to own some favours
as to conceal others.

VAL. There, now it's out.

ANG. I don't understand you now. I thought you had never asked
anything but what a lady might modestly grant, and you confess.

SCAN. So faith, your business is done here; now you may go brag
somewhere else.

TATT. Brag! O heavens! Why, did I name anybody?

ANG. No; I suppose that is not in your power; but you would if you
could, no doubt on't.

TATT. Not in my power, madam! What, does your ladyship mean that I
have no woman's reputation in my power?