Enter Clarissa and Dick.
Clar. What in the name of dulness is the matter with you, Colonel? you are as studious as a crack'd chymist.
Dick. My head, Madam, is full of your husband.
Clar. The worst furniture for a head in the universe.
Dick. I am thinking of his passion for your friend Araminta.
Clar. Passion!—--Dear Colonel, give it a less violent name.
Enter Brass.
Dick. Well, Sir, what want you?
Brass. The affair I told you of goes ill. [To Dick, aside.] There's an action out.
Dick. The Devil there is!