Har. Well but Sir, I insist that you clap and laugh, nay and that you cry too.
Cank. Cry, Madam?
Har. Ay, cry, Sir—as soon as you see Mr. Strictland acknowledge his Error and sue to be reconciled to his Wife; if you have one humane particle in your Composition, I insist upon your Sympathizing with his conscious Heart by dropping a manly Tear along with him.
Cank. Madam, I can't come into all you command but what I can I will. When other People laugh, I'll cry, and when they cry, I'll laugh. Will that content you?
Har. O mighty well, Sir! Mighty well! I see you turn my Proposals into ridicule.(Exit Harriet)
Cank. What shall I do? Was ever Man laid under such a Restraint by a trifling Woman! The Bawble and Gewgaw of the Creation! Made for Man's Conveniency, his Slave not his Tyrant! To part with my right of Censuring, my Judgment, my Understanding! S'Death, I would as soon part with my——
(Enter a SERVANT)
Serv. Zir, here's Master Grubwit come to zeek you.
Cank. Desire him to walk in.
(Enter GRUBWIT)