Miss Coy. To find every comfort that can make life endurable.
Nig. Oh, charming!
Dam. With heavy bills for their enjoyment, every week.
Nig. Ah, true!
Miss Coy. (R.) To look round you, and say, this house is my paradise.
Nig. (C.) Oh, happiness!
Dam. (L.) Till some one runs away with your wife.
Nig. Oh, Lord! There’s all my courage gone at once. No, I never shall get married.
Miss Coy. Remain then as you are, sir, a melancholy bachelor. Be guided by your friend, sir, do; be guided by a man that supposes he has formed a perfect acquaintance with our sex, when the creature never had a female friend that confided her heart’s feelings to him in all his life. Go, sir. Enjoy your freedom; (Crosses to L.) but abandon all hope of me, for an obstacle to our union, now exists, that cannot be removed.
[Exit F.E.L.