[_Exit ~Flip~._ +ACT+ IV. +SCENE+, Gripe's _House_. _Enter ~Corinna~, ~Dick~, and ~Brass~._ _Brass._ Don't fear, I'll give you timely notice. [_Goes to the door._ _Dick._ Come, you must consent, you shall consent. How can you leave me thus upon the rack? a man who loves you to that excess that I do. _Cor._ Nay, that you love me, Sir, that I'm satisfy'd in, for you have sworn you do: And I'm so pleas'd with it, I'd fain have you do so as long as you live, so we must never marry. _Dick._ Not marry, my dear! why what's our love good for if we don't marry! _Cor._ Ah----I'm afraid 'twill be good for little if we do. _Dick._ Why do you think so? _Cor._ Because I hear my father and mother, and my uncle and aunt, and _Araminta_ and her husband, and twenty other married folks, say so from morning to night. _Dick._ Oh, that's because they are bad husbands and bad wives; but in our case there will be a good husband and a good wife, and so we shall love for ever. _Cor._ Why there may be something in that truly; and I'm always willing to hear reason, as a reasonable young woman ought to do. But are you sure, Sir, tho' we are very good now, we shall be so when we come to be better acquainted? _Dick._ I can answer for myself, at least. _Cor._ I wish you cou'd answer for me too. You see I am a plain-dealer, Sir, I hope you don't like me the worse for it. _Dick._ O, by no means, 'tis a sign of admirable morals; and I hope, since you practise it yourself, you'll approve of it in your lover. In one word, therefore, (for 'tis in vain to mince the matter) my resolution's fix'd, and the world can't stagger me, I marry----or I die. _Cor._ Indeed, Sir, I have much ado to believe you; the disease of love is seldom so violent. _Dick._ Madam, I have two diseases to end my miseries; If the first don't do't, the latter shall; [_Drawing his sword._] one's in my heart, t'other's in my scabbard. _Cor._ Not for a diadem, [_Catching hold of him._] Ah, put it up, put it up. _Dick._ How absolute is your command! [_Dropping his sword._] A word, you see, disarms me. _Cor._ What a power I have over him! [_Aside._] The wondrous deeds of love!----Pray, Sir, let me have no more of these rash doings tho'; perhaps I mayn't be always in the saving humour----I'm sure if I had let him stick himself, I should have been envy'd by all the great ladies in the town. [_Aside._ _Dick._ Well, madam, have I then your promise? you'll make me the happiest of mankind. _Cor._ I don't know what to say to you; but I believe I had as good promise, for I find I shall certainly do't. _Dick._ Then let us seal the contract thus. [_Kisses her._ _Cor._ Um----he has almost taken away my breath: He kisses purely.