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A room in Foresight's house.
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.
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.