Mrs. Moth. But what if she won't?
Col. Why then she can blame neither you nor me.
Mrs. Moth. You'll never be quiet till you get my windows broke; but I must go and attend my lodgers, so good night.
Col. Do so, and give my service to my lady, and tell her, if she'll give me leave, I'll do myself the honour to-morrow to come and tender my services to her, as long as she stays in town. If it ben't too long.
[Aside.
Mrs. Moth. I'll tell her what a devil you are, and advise her to take care of you.
[Exit.
Col. Do, that will make her every time she sees me think what I'd be at. Dear Martilla, good night; I know you won't be my hindrance; I'll do you as good a turn some time or other. Well, I'm so glad, you don't love me too much.
Mart. When that's our fate, as too, too oft we prove, How bitterly we pay the past delights of love.