Dam. Artful——
Che. Capricious——
Dam. Never-know-where-to-have-’em woman!
[Exeunt D.F.
[SCENE II.]—An Inn Parlour—Two chairs.
Enter MISS COY, F.E.L.
Miss C. I am glad I have resolved to go to London. Now, while they are changing horses, let me collect my thoughts. Oh, dear, my misfortunes seem to come all at once—my agent absconded—my match with Mr. Niggle broken off—every body scandalizing me.—I am not sorry that I discovered the villiany of my agent before I had called in another to share my troubles—Mr. Niggle then would have been justified in supposing that I had inveigled him into marriage—that mortification, at least, is spared me.
NIGGLE, without, F.E.L.
Nig. Let the chaise remain at the door.
Miss C. Ha! ’tis his voice—he has followed me, perhaps, to beg me to return with him; but I will not—a reconciliation is now hopeless.