Sir H. I am so, 'egad; ha! ha! ha!
[Laugh and point at one another.
Colonel S. Ay, with all my heart; ha! ha! Well, well, that's forced, Sir Harry.
Sir H. I was never better pleased in all my life, by Jupiter.
Colonel S. Well, Sir Harry, 'tis prudence to hide your concern, when there's no help for it. But, to be serious, now; the lady has sent you back all your papers there——I was so just as not to look upon them.
Sir H. I'm glad on't, sir; for there were some things that I would not have you see.
Colonel S. All this she has done for my sake; and I desire you would decline any further pretensions for your own sake. So, honest, goodnatured Sir Harry, I'm your humble servant. [Exit.
Sir H. Ha! ha! ha! poor colonel! Oh, the delight of an ingenious mistress! what a life and briskness it adds to an amour.—A legerdemain mistress, who, presto! pass! and she's vanished; then hey! in an instant in your arms again. [Going.
Enter Vizard.
Vizard. Well met, Sir Harry—what news from the island of love?