Love for Love
A room in Foresight's house.
ANGELICA and JENNY.
ANG. Where is Sir Sampson? Did you not tell me he would be here before me?
JENNY. He's at the great glass in the dining-room, madam, setting his cravat and
ANG. How! I'm glad on't. If he has a mind I should like him, it's a sign he likes
me; and that's more than half my design.
JENNY. I hear him, madam.
ANG. Leave me; and, d'ye hear, if Valentine should come, or send, I am not to
be spoken with.
ANGELICA, SIR SAMPSON.
SIR SAMP. I have not been honoured with the commands of a fair lady a great
while,--odd, madam, you have revived me,--not since I was five-and-thirty.
ANG. Why, you have no great reason to complain, Sir Sampson, that is not long
SIR SAMP. Zooks, but it is, madam, a very great while: to a man that admires a
fine woman as much as I do.
ANG. You're an absolute courtier, Sir Sampson.
SIR SAMP. Not at all, madam,--odsbud, you wrong me,--I am not so old neither,
to be a bare courtier, only a man of words. Odd, I have warm blood about me yet,
and can serve a lady any way. Come, come, let me tell you, you women think a
man old too soon, faith and troth you do. Come, don't despise fifty; odd, fifty, in a
hale constitution, is no such contemptible age.
ANG. Fifty a contemptible age! Not at all; a very fashionable age, I think. I assure
you, I know very considerable beaus that set a good face upon fifty. Fifty! I have
seen fifty in a side box by candle-light out-blossom five-and-twenty.