Mari. Oh! oh! oh!
[Marianne faints in Lady Waitfor't's Arms.
Lady. Oh! I have gone too far, Mr Vapid!
Vapid. I fly, I'll call the servants. Have you got any drops?
Lady. I have some drops in this closet may recover her—hold her a moment, and for heaven's sake take care of her.
[Exit.
[Marianne lays in Vapid's Arms.
Vapid. Here's a situation!—Poor girl!—how I pity her! I really loved her.
Mari. Did you really love me, Mr Vapid?