Lewis. Why so?
Augusta. Who loves only one, and, if deceived, can never love another?
Lewis. Why, indeed, true love holds for ever, and is not dependant upon circumstances. A man may be obliged to marry against his inclination, to make his fortune: but this is a cold prudential bargain, with which love has nothing to do. True love is ever the same; and——But what is the matter with you?
Augusta [with difficulty holding herself upright]. Nothing of consequence.
Lewis. But——
Augusta. You put me in mind of one of my friends. She was deceived so, and now——
Lewis. Well?
Augusta. She is unhappy for ever. [Exit Augusta.
Lewis. Bless me! how deeply in love! Such tenderness I have never before met with. When I remember my other coquette sweetheart, I have almost a mind to run after her——but liberty, dear liberty—no, I dare not.
Enter DRAVE.