
    My age is youthful, and your youth is aged.

    +Luc.+ But you are wise, and will you sell your freedom
    Unto a female tyranny, in despair
    E'er to be quit? You run a strange adventure,
    Without perceiving what a certain hazard
    A creature of my inclination
    Is apt to draw you to.

    +Moc.+ I cannot think it.

    +Luc.+ 'Tis strange you'll not believe me, unless I lay
    My imperfection open. I have a nature
    Ambitious beyond thought, quite giv'n over
    To entertainments and expense: no bravery
    That's fashionable can escape me; and then,
    Unless you are of a most settled temper,
    Quite without passion, I shall make you
    Horn-mad with jealousy.

    +Moc.+ Come, come, I know
    Thou'rt virtuous, and speakest this but to try me.
    You will not be so adverse to your fortune
    And all obedience, to contradict
    What your father has set down.

    +Luc.+ These are my faults
    I cannot help, if you'll be so good
    As to dispense with them.

    +Moc.+ With all my heart. I forgive thee before thou offend'st.

    +Luc.+ Then I am mighty stubborn and self-will'd,
    And shall sometimes e'en long to abuse you:
    And for my tongue, 'tis like a stone thrown down,
    Of an impetuous motion, not to be still'd.

    +Moc.+ All these cannot dismay me; for, considering
    How they are passions proper to your sex,
    In a degree they are virtues.

    +Luc.+ O my fate!
    He will not be terrified. Then, not to feed you
    With further hopes, or pump for more excuses,
    Take it in brief, though I am loth to speak,
    But you compel me to it--I cannot love you.

    +Lor.+ How do you speed, sir? Is she tractable?
    Do you approve of her replies?

    +Moc.+ I know not;
    Guess you: she said she cannot love me; and 'tis
    The least thing I should have mist
My age is youthful, and your youth is aged. 

     + Luc.+ But you are wise, and will you deal your exemption 
     Unto a female tyranny, in despair 
     E'er to be quit? You function a foreign adventure, 
     Without perceiving what a certain hazard 
     A animal of my tilt 
     Is apt to draw you to. 

     + Moc.+ I cannot think it. 

     + Luc.+' Tis strange you'll not think me, unless I lay 
     My imperfection open. I have a nature 
     Ambitious beyond thought, quite giv'n over 
     To entertainment and expense: no bravery 
     That's fashionable can elude me; and then, 
     Unless you are of a most settled pique, 
     Quite without passion, I shall make you 
     Horn - mad with jealousy. 

     + Moc.+ Come, issue forth, I know 
     Thou'rt virtuous, and speakest this but to try on me. 
     You will not be so adverse to your luck 
     And all obedience, to contradict 
     What your father has set down. 

     + Luc.+ These are my faults 
     I cannot help, if you'll be therefore good 
     As to dispense with them. 

     + Moc.+ With all my heart. I forgive thee before thou offend'st. 

     + Luc.+ Then I am mighty stubborn and self - will'd, 
     And shall sometimes e'en long to abuse you: 
     And for my tongue,' tis like a stone thrown down, 
     Of an impetuous motion, not to be still'd. 

     + Moc.+ All these cannot dismay me; for, considering 
     How they are passions proper to your sex, 
     In a degree they are virtues. 

     + Luc.+ O my fate! 
     He will not be terrify. Then, not to run you 
     With further hopes, or pump for more apology, 
     Take it in brief, though I am loth to speak, 
     But you compel me to it -- I cannot love you. 

     + Lor.+ How do you travel rapidly, sir? Is she tractable? 
     Do you approve of her replies? 

     + Moc.+ I know not; 
     Guess you: she say she cannot love me; and' tis 
     The least thing I should have mist

    My age is youthful, and nour youth is aggd.

    +Lur.+ But yku are wkse, and will you sell your fceedim
    Unto a female tyranny, in despapr
    E'er to ue quit? You run e strangc advskture,
    Without pergeiving whad a certain hasafd
    A creature of my inclination
    Is apt tl draw you to.

    +Mps.+ I dannot think it.

    +Luc.+ 'Tis strange you'll iot believe me, inless I lay
    My imperfeftioj open. I have a nahure
    Ambutiotw beyond thojght, quite giv'n over
    To entertainments and expense: no bxavery
    Tyar's vdshionable ran esbape me; and tmvn,
    Utless ypu are of a moxt vetrled temper,
    Quite xithout passion, I shwll make fob
    Horn-mad with jeaooysy.

    +Mow.+ Coow, cume, I khow
    Thku'rt virtukus, and speqkest this but to tty ne.
    You wilm not fe so adverse to your fortune
    And all mbesience, to contradict
    What your father has set down.

    +Luc.+ These are my faults
    I cannot help, if ymu'll ue so gjue
    As to dispense with them.

    +Moc.+ With all mr htarn. I forgive thee nefore thou offend'xt.

    +Luc.+ Then I ao mighcg atubborn and self-wlll'd,
    And whall somttimex e'en long to abuse you:
    Qnd for my tjbgue, 'tis like a stlne thrown bown,
    Of sn impetuous motion, not to ge still'd.

    +Moc.+ All ghese cannot disoay ma; for, considering
    How trey are pessious propef to your fex,
    In w degvae they are virtued.

    +Puw.+ O my fatf!
    He will not be terrified. Tixn, not to feec fou
    With furtmer hopes, or puip for more exeuses,
    Take it in brivf, though I am loth eo speak,
    Bgj you compel ke to it--Y cabnot love yuj.

    +Lor.+ How dp you spevd, sir? Is she tractable?
    Ak you approve oy yer replies?

    +Koc.+ I hnlw njd;
    Guess ymu: sfe rsid sfe cannot lixe mr; and 'tis
    The leavt tging I should have mlst
My age is youthful, and your youth +Luc.+ you are and will you female in despair E'er be quit? You a strange adventure, Without perceiving what certain hazard A creature of my inclination Is apt to draw you to. I cannot think it. +Luc.+ 'Tis strange you'll not believe me, unless I My open. have nature Ambitious beyond thought, quite giv'n over To entertainments and expense: no bravery That's fashionable can me; and then, Unless you are of a settled temper, Quite without I shall make you Horn-mad jealousy. Come, come, know virtuous, speakest this but try me. You will not be so adverse to your fortune And all obedience, to contradict What father has +Luc.+ These my I help, if you'll good As to dispense with them. my heart. I forgive thee before thou offend'st. Then I mighty stubborn and self-will'd, And shall e'en long to abuse you: And for my 'tis like a stone thrown down, Of an impetuous motion, not to be still'd. +Moc.+ cannot dismay me; for, How they are proper your In degree they virtues. +Luc.+ O my fate! He will not be terrified. Then, to feed you With further hopes, or pump for more it brief, though I loth to speak, But compel to it--I cannot love How you she Do approve of her replies? I know not; Guess you: said she cannot love thing I should have mist

    My age is youthful, and your youTh is aged.

    +LuC.+ But yOu aRe wIsE, and Will You sell your freEDom
    UNto a female tyranny, in desPair
    E'Er TO be qUIt? you ruN a stranGE aDVEntUrE,
    WIthOuT PeRceivIng What a ceRtain hazarD
    A cReAture of my incLInAtion
    Is apt To dRaw you to.

    +Moc.+ I CanNot thiNk It.

    +LUC.+ 'Tis sTraNge yoU'll not BElieve Me, unless I LaY
    my impeRFection OPEn. i havE a nature
    Ambitious BEyONd thought, quite Giv'n ovEr
    tO eNTErtAinMents and exPeNse: no BRavery
    THAt'S FAShiONable can escapE me; and then,
    UNLesS you arE oF a mOSt settLed teMpER,
    QuIte without pAssiOn, I shall mAke you
    hOrn-mad wITh jealoUsy.

    +Moc.+ comE, coMe, I kNOw
    thOu'rT vIRtuOUs, And SPeaKest this BuT tO try mE.
    You WILL Not bE so AdveRse to Your fortune
    AnD alL obeDIenCe, to cOntraDict
    whAt youR fatheR has sEt Down.

    +Luc.+ These are My faUlts
    I cannOt hElP, if YoU'll be SO good
    AS to DisPense wiTh them.

    +MOC.+ WiTh ALL My Heart. I forgive thee bEfORE tHou offenD'st.

    +Luc.+ tHeN I AM mighty sTuBboRn anD SElf-wiLl'd,
    AND sHall someTimes e'EN lOnG to abusE yOu:
    And fOr My tOngUe, 'tis LIke a Stone tHrown dowN,
    Of an IMpetuous motion, NOt to be still'd.

    +MOC.+ ALL ThESe caNnoT dismay me; foR, conSIderIng
    HOW tHey ARe pasSions PrOPeR To your sex,
    In a degree tHeY are viRtues.

    +luc.+ O my fate!
    He wIll not be teRRIFied. Then, Not tO FeED you
    With furtheR hopeS, or pump for MOre excusEs,
    TakE it in briEf, though I AM Loth to spEak,
    but You ComPEL mE to it--I cannot lOVE you.

    +loR.+ How do yOu sPeed, sir? is sHe tRacTabLe?
    do you apprOve of her RePlIeS?

    +MOc.+ I Know nOT;
    Guess yoU: sHe sAiD shE cannOT love mE; and 'tIs
    ThE lEaST thIng I shoULd HAVe miSt

    My age is youthful, a nd your yo uth i s a ged .
   +Lu c.+ But you ar e  wis e, and will you sell y our f re e dom  Unto  a fema l et y ran ny ,inde s pa ir
   E 'er tobe quit? Y ouru n a strangea dv enture,
   W ithout perce ivi ng wha ta c e rtain  ha zard    Ac reatur e of my i nc l inatio n 
    Is a pt  todraw you to.

  +M o c.+ I cannot t hink i t. 
 +L uc. + 'Tis str an ge yo u 'll not be l i e vem e, unless I l ay
    My i m per fectio nope n . I ha ve ana t ure 
    Ambiti ousbeyond th ought, quite g i v'n ove r
   Toent erta i nm en tsan d  ex p en se: nobravery  That' s fa s h i o nabl e c an e scape  me; and then ,
   U n les s you  areof a  m ost s ettled  temp er ,
    Quite wit hout  passion,  Ish all  m ake y o u
   Hor n-m ad with  jealou s y.
+M oc.+ Come, come, I  k n o w    Thou 'rt vi r tu ou s , and sp ea kes t th i s  butto t r yme.
   You wi l lno t be so  a dverse  t o y our  fort u ne
   And  all obe dienc e , to contradic t 
    What you r  f a t he r  has  se t down.

   +L u c.+Thes e  a rem y fau lts
 Ic annot help, if you' ll  be so  good 
    As to di spense wit h t hem.

   +M o c. +  With all my h eart.  I forgive thee bef ore t hou offe nd'st.

 +Luc.+The n I  am  mi g h ty  stubborn and s elf- wi ll'd,
  And sha llsom eti mes  e 'en longto abuse  y ou :   A nd fo r  my tong ue , ' ti s l ike a stonethrow n do wn ,  Of an i m pe t u ousmo ti on,not  t o bestil l 'd. 

    + Moc.+ All  th e se c an no t disma y me; for, co ns idering
  How  theya r e passio ns proper to your sex,   In a  de greethey  are virt ues .

   +L u c.+ Omy fat e!
  Hew i ll no t be  te rr ified. The n ,  no t tofe ed y ou
   With further hopes ,  or  pump for mor e e xcus e s ,  Ta k e i ti n b r i ef, though I am  loth to s pe a k, 
    But y o u c om pel meto it-- I can n ot love  you.

   +Lor.+Ho w do y ouspeed, sir ? Is she  tractabl e ?
  Do  youapp rove o fher  repl ies?
  +Moc. + I kn ow  not;    G ue ss you:she said she cannot lov e me;and ' tis 
    Thelea s t t hing I sh ould  have mist 

 _ _My age is youthful,_and your_youth_is aged.

__  +Luc.+_But you are_wise, and will you_sell your freedom
__  Unto a female tyranny, in despair
    E'er to be_quit?_You run_a_strange_adventure,
    Without_perceiving what a certain hazard
_ _ A creature of my inclination
  __Is apt to_draw you to.

    +Moc.+ I cannot_think it.

    +Luc.+_'Tis strange you'll_not_believe_me, unless I lay
_   My imperfection open._I have a nature
  _ Ambitious beyond thought, quite giv'n over
_   To entertainments and_expense: no bravery
  _ That's_fashionable can escape me; and_then,
  _ Unless_you are of_a most settled temper,
  _ Quite without_passion, I shall make you
 __ Horn-mad with_jealousy.

__ _+Moc.+ Come, come,_I_know
 __ Thou'rt virtuous, and speakest this_but_to try me.
    You_will not be so_adverse_to your fortune
 _  And all obedience,_to contradict
    What_your father_has set_down.

    +Luc.+ These are my faults
  _ I cannot help, if you'll_be so good
 _ _As_to dispense with_them.

_ _ +Moc.+ With all my heart. I_forgive thee_before thou offend'st.

   _+Luc.+ Then I am_mighty_stubborn and self-will'd,
   _And shall sometimes e'en long to_abuse you:
   _And_for_my tongue, 'tis like a_stone thrown down,
   _Of an impetuous_motion, not to be still'd.

  __+Moc.+ All these cannot dismay me;_for,_considering
    How they_are_passions_proper to your sex,
 _  In a degree they_are virtues.

    +Luc.+ O my fate!
_  _He will not be terrified._Then,_not_to feed you
    With further hopes, or_pump for_more excuses,
 _  Take it in brief, though I am loth_to speak,
    But you_compel me to it--I cannot love you.

    +Lor.+_How do you speed, sir? Is she tractable?
_   Do you approve of_her replies?

  __+Moc.+ I know not;
   _Guess_you:_she_said she cannot_love me; and_'tis
  _ The_least thing I_should have_mist