Vizard. Then she has no fortune?
Colonel S. A large one. Beauty to tempt all mankind, and virtue to beat off their assaults. Oh, Vizard! such a creature!
Enter Sir Harry Wildair, crosses the Stage singing, with Footmen after him.
Heyday! who the devil have we here?
Vizard. The joy of the playhouse, and life of the park; Sir Harry Wildair, newly come from Paris.
Colonel S. Sir Harry Wildair! Did not he go a volunteer some three or four years ago?
Vizard. The same.
Colonel S. Why, he behaved himself very bravely.
Vizard. Why not? Dost think bravery and gaiety are inconsistent? He's a gentleman of most happy circumstances, born to a plentiful estate; has had a genteel and easy education, free from the rigidness of teachers, and pedantry of schools. His florid constitution being never ruffled by misfortune, nor stinted in its pleasures, has rendered him entertaining to others, and easy to himself. Turning all passion into gaiety of humour, by which he chuses rather to rejoice with his friends, than be hated by any; as you shall see.
Enter Sir Harry Wildair.