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Show jo The CONFEDERACY. Cor. W h y , do you then truly and fincerely think I am old enough ? Flip. I do upon m y Faith, Child. Cor. W h y then to cJeal as fairly with you, Flippant^ as you do with me, I have thought fo any time theft three Years. Flip. N o w I find you have more Wit than ever I thought you had 5 and to fhew you what an Opinion I have of your Difcretion, I'll fhew you a thing I thought to have thrown in the Fire. Cor. What is it, for Jupiter's fake ? Flip. Something will make your Heart chuck within you. Cor. M y dear Flippanta. Flip. What do you think it is ? Cor. I don't know, nor I don't care, but I'm mad to have it. Flip. It's a four-corner'd Thing. Cor. What, like a Cardinal's Cap ? Flip. No, 'tis worth a whole Conclave of 'em. Hoi? do you like it ? [Shewing the Letm Cor. O Lard, a Letter !. Is there ever a Token in it? Flip. Yes, and a precious one too. There's a hand-fome young Gentleman's Heart. - Cor. A handfome young Gentleman's Heart ! Nay, then it's time to look graye. [Afik Flip. There. Ccr. 1 fhan't touch it. Flip. What's the matter n o w ? Cor. I fhan't receive it. Flip. Sure you jeft. Cor. You'll find I don't. I underftand m y felf be! ter, than to take Letters, when I don't know who the; are from. Flip. I'm afraid I commended your Wit too foon. Cor. 'Tis all one, 1 fhan't touch it, unlefs I kno« who it comes from. Flip. Heyday! open it and you'll fee. Cor. Indeed I fhall not. Jljf The C O N F E D E R A C Y . 31 Flip. Well, then I muft return it where I had it. Cor. That won't ferve your turn, Madam. My Father muft have an account of this. Flip. Sure you are not in earneft ? Cor. You'll find I am. Flip. So, here's fine Work. This 'tis to deal with Girls before they come to know the diftinftion of Sexes. Cor. Confefs who you had it from, and perhaps, for this once, I mayn't tell m y Father. Flip. W h y then fince it muft out, 'twas the Colonel : But why are you fo fcrupulous, Madam ? Cor. Becaufe if it had come from any body elfe--• I wou'd not have given a Farthing for it. {Twitching it eagerly out of her Hand. Flip. Ah, m y dear little Rogue, [Kiffing her.] You frighten'd m e out of m y Wits. Cor. Let m e read ir, let m e read it, let m e read it, let m e read it, I fay. Um, um, urn, Cupid's, urn, urn, um, Darts, um, um, um, Beauty, u m Charms, um um, um, Angel, wmGoddefs, um [Kijfmg the Letter.] um, um, um, truefi Lover, hum, um, Eternal Conftancy, um, um, um, Cruel, um, um, um, Racks, um, um, Tortures, um, um, fifty Daggers, um, um, bleeding Heart, um, um, dead Man. Very well, a mighty civil Letter I promife you ; not one fmutty word in it: I'll go lock it up in m y Comb-box. Flip. Well but what does he fay to you ? Cor. Not a word of News, Flippanta • 'tis all about Bufinefs. Flip. Does he not tell you he's in love with you ? Cor. Ay, but he told m e that before. Flip. H o w fo ? H e never fpoke to you. Cor. H e fent m e word by his Eyes. Flip. Did he fo ? mighty well. I thought you had been to learn that Language. Cor. O , but you thought wrong, Flippanta. What becaufe I don't go a vifiting, and fee the World, you think I know nothing. But you fhou'd confider,' Flip- " 4 pant a, |