Miss Sna. (Ogling him.) In an eminent degree.
Miss Sky. Oho! The old maid having been defeated in one matrimonial attack, is about to commence another.
Boss. (Aside.) I’ll be hanged, but Miss Snare is a woman of taste.
[DAMPER and NIGGLE heard without, C.D.
Nig. I will not allow such a liberty: let me go, sir, let me go.
Dam. Not without me.
Enter NIGGLE and DAMPER, C.D.
Dam. It’s all true, he is going to be married; the lady is now waiting for him in a bye lane, in a post-chaise. One comfort, ’tis now ten minutes past his appointed time.
Nig. I shall lose my temper. I will not be interfered with any longer—lies and slander I defy. I have lived fifty-five years in the world, longing since boyhood for the delights of matrimony; never before has my resolution been so fixed as it is now, and married I will be, in spite of the world. I will not be shut out from the cordialities of life.
Dam. You shall not make a fool of yourself.