Angelica: Toinet.
Toinet: Well.
Angelica: Look upon me a little
Toinet: Well, I do look upon you
Angelica: Toinet
Toinet: Well, what would you have with Toinet?
Angelica: Don’t you guess who I speak of?
Toinet: I must suspect of our young lover, for ‘tis on him that our conversation has entirely turned for these six days past, and you’re not well unless you are talking of him every moment
Angelica: SInce you know that, why are not you the first then to talk of him to me, and spare me the pains of forcing you on this discourse?
Toinet: You don’t give me time to do it; you have such a care about that matter, that ‘tis difficult to be beforehand with you
Angelica own to thee that I am never weary of talking of him to thee, and that my heart eagerly takes advantage of every moment to disclose itself to thee. But tell me, dost thou condemn, Toinet, the sentiments I have for him?
Toinet: Far from it.
Angelica: Am I in the wrong to abandon myself to these soft impressions?
Toinet: I don’t say that
Angelica: And wouldst thou have me insensible to the tender protestations of that ardent passion he expresses for me?
Toinet: Heaven forbid!
Angelica: Tell me a little, dost not thou perceive as well as I something of Providence, some act of destiny in the unexpected adventure of our acquaintance?
Toinet: Yes.
Angelica: Dost not thou think that action of engaging in my defense, without knowing me, was perfectly gallant?
Toinet: Ay.
Angelica: That ‘twas impossible to make a more generous use of it?
Toinet: Agreed.
Angelica: And that he did all this with the best grace in the world?
Toinet: Oh, yes.
Angelica: Dost not thou think, Toinet, that he’s well made in his person?
Toinet: Certainly
Angelica: That he has the best air in the world?
Toinet: undoubtedly
Angelica: That his discourse, as well as his actions, has something noble in it?
Toinet: That’s sure
Angelica: That never anything was heard more affectionate than all that he says to me?
Toinet: ‘Tis true
Angelica: And that there’s nothing more vexatious than the restraint I’m kept under, which hinders all communication of the soft transports of that mutual ardor which Heaven inspires us with?
Toinet: You’re in the right.
Angelica: But, dear Toinet, dost thou think he loves me so much as he tells me?
Toinet: Um- Those kinds o’things are sometimes not absolutely to be trusted to. The show of love is very much like the reality; and I have seen notable actors of that part.
Angelica: Ah! Toinet, what sayest thou? Alas! in the manner he speaks, is it really possible that he should not tell me the truth?
Toinet: Be it as it will, you’ll shortly be made clear in that point; and the resolution which he wrote you yesterday he had taken to ask you in marriage, is a ready way to discover to you if he spoke truth or not. That will be a thorough proof of it.
Angelica: Ah! Toinet, if this man deceives me, I’ll never believe a man as long as I live.
Toinet: Here’s your father come back.
Toinet: Well.
Angelica: Look upon me a little
Toinet: Well, I do look upon you
Angelica: Toinet
Toinet: Well, what would you have with Toinet?
Angelica: Don’t you guess who I speak of?
Toinet: I must suspect of our young lover, for ‘tis on him that our conversation has entirely turned for these six days past, and you’re not well unless you are talking of him every moment
Angelica: SInce you know that, why are not you the first then to talk of him to me, and spare me the pains of forcing you on this discourse?
Toinet: You don’t give me time to do it; you have such a care about that matter, that ‘tis difficult to be beforehand with you
Angelica own to thee that I am never weary of talking of him to thee, and that my heart eagerly takes advantage of every moment to disclose itself to thee. But tell me, dost thou condemn, Toinet, the sentiments I have for him?
Toinet: Far from it.
Angelica: Am I in the wrong to abandon myself to these soft impressions?
Toinet: I don’t say that
Angelica: And wouldst thou have me insensible to the tender protestations of that ardent passion he expresses for me?
Toinet: Heaven forbid!
Angelica: Tell me a little, dost not thou perceive as well as I something of Providence, some act of destiny in the unexpected adventure of our acquaintance?
Toinet: Yes.
Angelica: Dost not thou think that action of engaging in my defense, without knowing me, was perfectly gallant?
Toinet: Ay.
Angelica: That ‘twas impossible to make a more generous use of it?
Toinet: Agreed.
Angelica: And that he did all this with the best grace in the world?
Toinet: Oh, yes.
Angelica: Dost not thou think, Toinet, that he’s well made in his person?
Toinet: Certainly
Angelica: That he has the best air in the world?
Toinet: undoubtedly
Angelica: That his discourse, as well as his actions, has something noble in it?
Toinet: That’s sure
Angelica: That never anything was heard more affectionate than all that he says to me?
Toinet: ‘Tis true
Angelica: And that there’s nothing more vexatious than the restraint I’m kept under, which hinders all communication of the soft transports of that mutual ardor which Heaven inspires us with?
Toinet: You’re in the right.
Angelica: But, dear Toinet, dost thou think he loves me so much as he tells me?
Toinet: Um- Those kinds o’things are sometimes not absolutely to be trusted to. The show of love is very much like the reality; and I have seen notable actors of that part.
Angelica: Ah! Toinet, what sayest thou? Alas! in the manner he speaks, is it really possible that he should not tell me the truth?
Toinet: Be it as it will, you’ll shortly be made clear in that point; and the resolution which he wrote you yesterday he had taken to ask you in marriage, is a ready way to discover to you if he spoke truth or not. That will be a thorough proof of it.
Angelica: Ah! Toinet, if this man deceives me, I’ll never believe a man as long as I live.
Toinet: Here’s your father come back.
