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270 WILLIAM CONGREVE [ACT v
there's regularity and method in that; she is a medal without
a reverse or inscription, for indifference has both sides
alike. Yet while she docs not seem to hate me, I will pursue
her, and know her if it be possible, in spite of the opinion
of my satirical friend, Scandal, who says,
That women are like tricks by sleight of hand,
Which, to admire, we should not understand.
[Exeunt.
ACT THE FIFTH
SCENE I
A Room in FORESIGHT'S House
Enter ANGELICA and JENNY.
ANG. Where is Sir Sampson? did you not tell me he would
be here before me?
Jen. He's at the great glass in the dining-room, madam,
setting his cravat and wig.
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.
Jen. I hear him, madam.
Ang. Leave me; and d'ye hear, if Valentine should come
or send, I am not to be spoken with. [Exit JENNY.
Enter 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 ago.
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