Lack. To myself—and you know, if a gentleman breaks his word to himself, what dependence can the world have on him—You're a fine creature—but I would not tell a lie for all the women in France.
Miss Dolly B. [Aside.] What a high notion of honour!—a much handsomer man too, than either Tallyho, or the colonel—Ecod, he's a charming, flashy beau!—I have a great mind——
Lack. [Aside.] Just as I thought—of fifty lovers with this young lady, I see, the last is the most welcome.
Miss Dolly B. I vow, I've a mind—but pa says you've no money.
Lack. Me! no money! pleasant enough that, 'faith, ha! ha! ha!—why, he might as well say I borrowed a guinea from him.
Miss Dolly B. Ecod, now I remember, he did say it too.
Lack. Oh, well, he was right—Why, what an old lying—but—he's your father, therefore let it be so, ha! ha! well, I have no money—[With pretended Irony.] I am the poorest dog in nature, ha! ha! ha! Well, that is very good, 'faith—such a joke——
Miss Dolly B. Joke? lord, I knew it was—I thought you must have been very rich, by your fine clothes.
Lack. Clothes—oh, I've only borrowed them from somebody, or other, you know—where could I get money to buy such clothes as these, ha! ha! ha!—well, this is excellent, ha! ha! ha!
Miss Dolly B. Ha! ha! ha! I knew you must have a great estate.