Henry. Charming creature! since the joy inspired by your conversation at the opera, and the grief of such a hopeless parting, to the instant of this lucky meeting, I have not enjoyed a moment's peace.
Celia. You think this a lucky meeting, sir; I congratulate you on your good fortune, and leave you to the enjoyment of your happiness.
[Courtesies and going, he takes her Hand.
Henry. One moment, my love!
Celia. Very fine, this; so here my captive presumes to make his conqueror a prisoner of war!
Henry. I am your captive, your slave—thus I kiss my chain; [Kisses her Hand.] and thus on my knee—
Celia. Stop, you'll soil your regimentals.
Henry. Dear, charming—[Aside.] I wish I knew her name.
Celia. Ha! ha! ha! do forgive me.
Henry. I am enchanted with your gaiety, charmed with your beauty—