Miss Dolly B. How d'ye do, sir?
[A short Courtesy.
Lack. Well, my dear, 'tis at last settled—
Miss Dolly B. Sir!
Lack. Yes, though with some difficulty; I am now determined to marry you.
Miss Dolly B. Marry me!
Lack. A fact—but don't let your joy carry you away.
Miss Dolly B. You'll carry me away!
Lack. I said I would, and I never break my word.
Miss Dolly B. Said! to who, pray?