Harriet. It is really so, sir;—he was enraptured with her idea just now.—I fear your friend is your rival, sir.
Loveyet. And I fear my friend is my rival, madam.
Harriet. Nay, what cause have you for such a fear?
Loveyet. About as good as you have, my dear.—I am glad you came in when you did, Frankton; for you must know, we have had certain mutual doubts and jealousies; in consequence of which, a little ill-natured altercation, otherwise called love, ensued: a small foretaste of conjugal felicity; but the short-liv'd storm soon subsided, and a reconciliation made all calm again.
Frankton. I have something to say to you in private, Loveyet. [Aside to Loveyet.]—I am sorry to deprive you of Mr. Loveyet's company, madam; but I trust you will excuse me, when I tell you I have particular business with him.
Harriet. By all means, sir.
Frankton. Your most obedient, madam.
Loveyet. [Goes up to Harriet.]—Adieu;—expect me soon, and be assured of my unalterable fidelity.
[Exit with Frankton.
Harriet. Farewell.—I wish he had look'd for you a little farther, before he had taken you away.—There are so many captivating objects in the city (as he has already seen and declared), and dissipation abounds so much among us, that who knows, if he is now sincere, how long he will remain so;—and how long after marriage:—"Ah, there's the rub."—Well, matrimony will put his constancy to the test, that's one comfort;—it is a hazardous expedient, but it is a certain one.