Rattle. Pugh! there's a Rival, indeed! Besides, I am sensible that I am the happy He whom she has chosen out of our whole Sex. She is stark mad in Love, poor Soul! and let me alone when I have made an Impression. I tell yee, Sirs, I have had Opportunities, I have had Encouragements, I have had Kisses and Embraces, Lads; but, mum. Now, if you tell one Word, Devil take me, if ever I trust you with a Secret again.