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Ay, says the courting Gentleman, but is she not apt to be angry, soon provoked, a little Pot soon hot.
Why, says his Friend, if she were, she is soon cold again, that I can assure you, and the good Humour returns again immediately.
Well, says the first, with a Sigh, pray God she be not a passionate Creature, for if she is, we shall be the unhappiest Couple that ever came together.
Why so, says his Friend.
Why, says the first Gentleman, because I know my own Temper too.
Your own Temper, says his Friend; why, what is your own Temper? I see nothing in your Temper but what the Lady may be very happy in.
It may be you don't, says the Gentleman, but I do; I tell you, I am a passionate fiery Dog, and I can't help it; a Word awry, the least unkind or provoking sets me all in a Flame immediately, like the Linestock to the Cannon; I fire off as soon as I am touch'd, and make a Devilish noise.
You jest with your self, says his Friend; but I don't take you to be so bad as you represent your self.
That's because you don't know me so well as I know my self, says the Gentleman.
Well, well, says his Friend, if you are hot together, you will cool together.
That's small satisfaction to me, says the Gentleman, because I can't promise it of my Side.
But I'll promise you on her Side, says his Friend, that one kind Word will cool heragain
