The devil with your conscience, bring me the maid

Mrs. Maude Brown:

She's fresh as a young heifer still romping among the daisies in her innocence, almost mooing for her mama. Mr. Dinklespieler:
So you say, my Dear, so you say. But I have noted in the past a slight tendency on your part to exaggeration. Some of your heifers have turned out to be overblown milk cows. Mrs. Maude Brown:
Dear Dinklespieler, I am not asking you to purchase sight unseen. You may investigate fully. Mr. Dinklespieler:
Fully? How fully? Mr. Dinklespieler:
Fifty guineas worth. Mr. Dinklespieler:
'od's blood, you ask more for an untried maiden than the government asks of me in taxes. Mrs. Maude Brown:
A lass like Fanny could never be taxing to a man of your prowess, dear cousin. Mr. Dinklespieler:
I have held my years well, I dare say, eh? Mrs. Maude Brown:
You have not aged one whit since you bounced me on your knee years ago. Mr. Dinklespieler:
I bounced you Madam, but not on my knee! [they laugh salaciously] Mr. Dinklespieler:
Alright, alright. Bring the lass here. Mrs. Maude Brown:
Pray, remember, Dear Mr Dinklespieler, that the girl thinks we are cousins. Consanguinity is so reassuring in moments like this. Mr. Dinklespieler:
I have not dared tried that in years. You need equipment do you not? A rolling chair with castors, hot then cold running water, and trapeze attachment, huh? Mrs. Maude Brown:
No, no you misunderstand me. I mean the girl will be reassured if she thinks we are cousins. Mr. Dinklespieler:
Incest? Mrs. Maude Brown:
Pray, cousin, before I Bring the lass in, the palpable evidence of your good faith...? Mr. Dinklespieler:
Madam, I am a busy man. My very being here is evidence of good faith. Put it on my account. Mrs. Maude Brown:
Backed up by fifty guineas in coin of the realm, I'd feel not a moment's hesitation leaving you alone with the girl. But without the coins themselves in my hand, my conscience would scarcely permit me to. Mr. Dinklespieler:
The devil with your conscience, bring me the maid