Haz. Let her love on as long as Life shall last, let Friendly take her, and the Universe, so I had my next wish— Sighs.
Madam, it is yourself that I adore—I should not be so vain to tell you this, but that I know you have found the Secret out already from my Sighs.
Sure. Forbear, Sir, and know me for your Kinsman’s Wife, and no more.
Haz. Be scornful as you please, rail at my Passion, and refuse to hear it; yet I’ll love on, and hope in spite of you; my Flame shall be so constant and submissive, it shall compel your Heart to some return.
Sure. You’re very confident of your Power, I perceive; but if you chance to find yourself mistaken, say your Opinion and your Affectation were misapply’d, and not that I was cruel. Ex. Surelove.
Haz. Whate’er denials dwell upon your Tongue, your Eyes assure me that your Heart is tender. Goes out.
Enter the Bagpiper, playing before a great Bowl of Punch, carry’d between two Negroes, a Highlander dancing after it; the Widow Ranter led by Timorous; Chrisante by Dullman; Mrs. Flirt and Friendly, all dancing after it; they place it on the Table.
Dull. This is like the noble Widow all over, i’faith.
Tim. Ay, ay, the Widow’s Health in a full Ladle, Major. Drinks.
—But a Pox on’t, what made that young Fellow here, that affronted us yesterday, Major? While they drink about.