Flor. Then I'll go in search of him,—and if I don't reconcile you——Come, Mr Vapid, will you walk?
Vapid. With all my heart.
Flor. [Taking him by the hand.] By Heaven, you are an honest fellow.
Vapid. Madam, good night!—if I can be of any service to you in the dramatic, or any other way, you may command me.
Flor. Ay, I'll answer for him,—he would die to serve you.
Vapid. Die to serve her! ay, "Die all!—die nobly!—die like demi-gods!"
[Exeunt.
ACT THE FIFTH.
SCENE I.
Lady Waitfor't's Apartment.