O las, no indeed, Sir Paul, 'tis upon your account.
SIR PAUL. No, I protest and vow, I have no title to his esteem, but
in having the honour to appertain in some measure to your ladyship,
that's all.
LADY PLYANT. O law now, I swear and declare it shan't be so; you're
too modest, Sir Paul.
SIR PAUL. It becomes me, when there is any comparison made between
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LADY PLYANT. O fie, fie, Sir Paul, you'll put me out of
countenance. Your very obedient and affectionate wife; that's all.
And highly honoured in that title.
SIR PAUL. Gads-bud, I am transported! Give me leave to kiss your
ladyship's hand.
CYNT. That my poor father should be so very silly! [Aside.]
LADY PLYANT. My lip indeed, Sir Paul, I swear you shall. [He
kisses her, and bows very low.]
SIR PAUL. I humbly thank your ladyship. I don't know whether I fly
on ground, or walk in air. Gads-bud, she was never thus before.
Well, I must own myself the most beholden to Mr. Careless. As sure
as can be, this is all his doing, something that he has said; well,
'tis a rare thing to have an ingenious friend. Well, your ladyship
is of opinion that the match may go forward.
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