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Show 38 The Conftant Couple. Par. What d'ye think of the Colonel, Madam? I fuppofe his Defigns are honourable. Lure. That Man's a Riddle; there's fomething of Honour in his Temper that pleafcs: I'm fure he loves m e too, becaufe he's foon jealous, and foon fatisfied. But he's a Man ftill. W h e n I once try'd his Pulfe about Marriage, his Blood ran as low as a Coward's. He fwore indeed, that he lov'dme but cou'd not marry meforfooth, becaufe he was engag'd elfc-where. So poor a Pretence made m e difdain his Paffion, which otherwife might have been uneafie to me. But hang him, I have teiz'd him enough. Befides Parly, I begin to be tir'd of m y Revenge; But this Bufs and Guinea I muft maul once more. I'll hanfel his Woman's Cloaths for him. Go, get m e Pen and Ink; 1 muft write to Vizardtoo. Fortune this once affift me as before. Two fuch Machines can never work in vain, As thy propitious Wheel, and my projetling Brain. The End of the Third ACT. A C T IV. SCENE, Covent-Garden. Wildair and Standard meeting. Stand. T Thought, Sir Harry, to have met you e'er this in a A more convenient Place; but fince m y Wrongs were without Ceremony, m y Revenge fhall be fo too. Draw, Sir. Wild. Draw, Sir! What (hall I draw ? Stand. Come, come, Sir, I like your facetious Humour well enough ; it (hows Courage and Unconcern. I know yon brave ; and therefore ufe you thus. Draw your Sword. Wild. Nay, to oblige you, I will draw ; but the Devil take m e if I fight. Perhaps, Colonel, this is the prettied Blade you have feen. Stand. I doubt not but the A r m \b good; and therefore think both worth m y Refentment. Come, Sir. Wild. But, prithee Colonel, doft think that I a m fuch a Mad-man as to fend m y Soul to the Devil, and m y Body to the W o r m s upon every Fool's Errand? Stand, I hope you're no Coward, Sir, VFSK |
