Suppose, I have sworn an oath, never, till the ceremony of our marriage is over, to disclose my true name.
_Melesinda._ Oh! H, H, H.I cherish here a fire of restless curiosity which consumes me.

'Tis appetite, passion, call it whim, caprice, in me.

Suppose I have sworn, I must and will know it this very night.
_Mr.H_.Ungenerous Melesinda! I implore you to give me this one proof of your confidence.

The holy vow once past, your H.shall not have a secret to withhold.
_Melesinda_.

My H.has overcome: his Melesinda shall pine away and die, before she dare express a saucy inclination; but what shall I call you till we are married?
_Mr.H_.Call me?
call me anything, call me Love, Love! ay Love: Love will do very well.
_Melesinda_.