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Poo, poo, poo! not presumptuous. Say you dat, pretty minx, and I tell you a secret: when I marry your lady, I can love you bote.

Dear, Sir, would not that be wicked?

Wicked, pretty fool! what be dat ting wicked? I tell you dere be no devil in de world.

Truly, Sir, he does not seem to be wanted, while you are here.

Come, come, don't be afraid: I will love you bote. (Bell rings.)

My lady's bell: I must go to her immediately. She is in a hurry for her new bonnet.

Remember, den, and take dis wid you. (Offering to kiss her.)

O no! I am in a great hurry: we'll put that off for the present. (Bell rings again.) [Exeunt severally.