Mrs. Inchbald,
The Widow's Vow: A Farce, in Two Acts
“ Marquis. Really a man! Why?—What?—Don't I look like a man?Countess. Yes—that you do—and a sweet pretty man—Come, come, don't be frightened—shake hands—I forgive you—forgive you all your impertinence—and, carry the jest as far as you will, I am resolved not to be angry.Marquis. I am very much obliged to you—infinitely obliged to you—I assure you this favour—this honour.—I don't know what to say—She absolutely puts me out of countenance. (Aside.) Countess. What confused?—Come, resume your gaiety—Come, come—Marquis. Come, come, then. (seizing her.) Enter DON ANTONIO.Antonio. Hah!—What! ”
