La. Rod. [Aside.] Has he observ'd us too; how I'm confus'd?
Sir Har. But come, come, you have brought the Play to a conclusion; an
Audience wou'd be tir'd to hear more on't.
Col. Why, really, Madam, after all, you have so pretty, so winning an Air, that o' my Conscience, I think, I cou'd marry you.
La. Rod. And, really, Collonel, you have so silly, so sneaking an Air, that o' my Conscience, you'll make an excellent Husband; but I'm afraid, Collonel, you are so tainted with French Principles, having forag'd in that Country, you'll be for Tyranny, and arbitrary Government.
Col. And I'm afraid, Madam, you're so obstinate in English Principles, you'll submit to no Government at all—but the Age has adjusted that matter, for marry'd People now-a-days are the quietest, best natur'd Creatures, and live together like Brother and Sister.
La. Rod. Nay, of marry'd Folks, a Soldier's Wife is the happiest, for half the Year you're in Flanders, and one an't plagu'd with you.
Col. And t'other half we are busie in raising Recruits, and don't much disturb you.
La. Rod. Positively, Collonel, I'll not have abundance of Children.
Col. As few as you please, Madam.
La. Rod. For to be mew'd up in a Nursery, with six dirty Boys, those diminutive Apes, of the Father's dull Species.