LADY PLYANT. Mr. Careless, if a person that is wholly illiterate
might be supposed to be capable of being qualified to make a
suitable return to those obligations, which you are pleased to
confer upon one that is wholly incapable of being qualified in all
those circumstances, I'm sure I should rather attempt it than
anything in the world, [Courtesies] for I'm sure there's nothing in
the world that I would rather. [Courtesies] But I know Mr.
Careless is so great a critic, and so fine a gentleman, that it is
impossible for me -

CARE. O heavens! madam, you confound me.

SIR PAUL. Gads-bud, she's a fine person.

LADY PLYANT. O Lord! sir, pardon me, we women have not those
advantages; I know my imperfections. But at the same time you must
give me leave to declare in the face of the world that nobody is
more sensible of favours and things; for with the reserve of my
honour I assure you, Mr. Careless, I don't know anything in the
world I would refuse to a person so meritorious. You'll pardon my
want of expression.

CARE. O, your ladyship is abounding in all excellence, particularly
that of phrase.

LADY PLYANT. You are so obliging, sir.

CARE. Your ladyship is so charming.

SIR PAUL. So, now, now; now, my lady.