Haz. Like her! have I sight, or sense?—Why, I adore her.
Friend. Mrs. Chrisante, I heard your Father would not be here to day, which made me snatch this opportunity of seeing you.
Ran. Come, come, a Pox of this whining Love, it spoils good Company.
Friend. You know, my dear Friend, these Opportunities come but seldom, and therefore I must make use of them.
Ran. Come, come, I’ll give you a better Opportunity at my House to morrow, we are to eat a Buffalo there, and I’ll secure the old Gentleman from coming.
Friend. Then I shall see Chrisante once more before I go.
Chris. Go—Heavens—whither, my Friendly?
Friend. I have received a Commission to go against the Indians, Bacon being sent for home.
Ran. But will he come when sent for?
Friend. If he refuse we are to endeavour to force him.