Vapid. See! she'll faint!

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?