Luck. I shall never repent anything that rids me of you, I am sure.
SCENE III.—LUCKLESS, HARRIOT.
Luck. Dear Harriot!
Har. I have waited an opportunity to return to you.
Luck. Oh! my dear, I am so sick!
Har. What's the matter?
Luck. Oh! your mother! your mother!
Har. What, has she been scolding ever since?
Luck. Worse, worse!
Har. Heaven forbid she should threaten to go to law with you.