Squints! A red-haired girl! Zounds, no!
CAPT. A. Then I must have forgot; it can't be the same person.
SIR A. Jack, Jack! what think you of blooming, love-breathing seventeen?
CAPT. A. As to that, sir, I am quite indifferent: if I can please you in
the matter, 'tis all I desire.
SIR A. Nay, but, Jack, such eyes! such eyes! so innocently wild! so
bashfully irresolute! Not a glance but speaks and kindles some thought
of love! Then, Jack, her cheeks! her cheeks, Jack! so deeply blushing at
the insinuations of her tell-tale eyes! Then, Jack, her lips! Oh, Jack,
lips, smiling at their own discretion! and, if not smiling, more sweetly
pouting, more lovely in sullenness! Then, Jack, her neck! Oh! Jack!
Jack!
CAPT. A. And which is to be mine, sir; the niece, or the aunt?
SIR A. Why, you unfeeling, insensible puppy, I despise you! When I was
of your age, such a description would have made me fly like a rocket!
The aunt, indeed! Odds life! when I ran away with your mother, I would
not have touched anything old or ugly to gain an empire.
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