Scene. 22
Enter Monsieur Sensible, and Madamoiselle Amor his Daughter.
MOnsieur Sensible.
Daughter, how do you like Monsieur Frere?
Amor.
Sir, I like whatsoever you approve of.
Sensible.
But setting aside your dutiful Answer to me, tell me how you af∣fect him?
Amor.
If I must confess, Sir, I never saw any man I could love but him.
Sensible.
You have reason: for he is a fine Gentleman; and those Mari∣ages most commonly prove happy, when Children and Parents agree.
Amor.
But Sir, he doth not appear to fancy me so much, or so well as I fancy him.
Sensible.
It's a sign, Child, thou art in Love, that you begin to have doubts.
Amor.
No Sir, but if I thought he could not love me, I would take off that Affection I have placed on him whilst I can master it, lest it should grow so strong as to become masterless.
Sensible.
Fear not Child.
Exeunt.