_Let._ Why, then I'd be any thing--and all!--Grave, gay, capricious--the soul of whim, the spirit of variety--live with him in the eye of fashion, or in the shade of retirement----change my country, my sex,--feast with him in an Esquimaux hut, or a Persian pavilion--join him in the victorious war-dance on the borders of Lake Ontario, or sleep to the soft breathings of the flute in the cinnamon groves of Ceylon--dig with him in the mines of Golconda, or enter the dangerous precincts of the Mogul's Seraglo----cheat him of his wishes, and overturn his empire to restore the Husband of my Heart to the blessings of Liberty and Love. _Dor._ Delightful wildness! Oh, to catch thee, and hold thee for ever in this little cage! [_Attempting to clasp her._ _Let._ Hold, Sir! Though Cupid must give the bait that tempts me to the snare, 'tis Hymen must spread the net to catch me. _Dor._ 'Tis in vain to assume airs of coldness----Fate has ordain'd you mine. _Let._ How do you know? _Dor._ I feel it _here_. I never met with a Woman so perfectly to my taste; and I won't believe it form'd you so, on purpose to tantalize me. _Let._ This moment is worth a whole existence. [_Aside._] _Dor._ Come, shew me your face, and rivet my chains. _Let._ To-morrow you shall be satisfied. _Dor._ To-morrow! and not to-night? _Let._ No. _Dor._ Where then shall I wait on you to-morrow?----Where see you? _Let._ You shall see me in an hour when you least expect me. _Dor._ Why all this mystery? _Let._ I like to be mysterious. At present be content to know that I am a Woman of Family and Fortune. Adieu! _Enter_ Hardy. _Har._ Adieu! Then I am come at the fag end. [_Aside._] _Dor._ Let me see you to your carriage. _Let._ As you value knowing me, stir not a step. If I am follow'd, you never see me more. [_Exit._ _Dor._ Barbarous Creature! She's gone! What, and is this really serious?--am I in love?----Pho! it can't be----O Flutter! do you know that charming Creature? _Enter_ Flutter. _Flut._ What charming Creature? I pass'd a thousand. _Dor._ She went out at that door, as you enter'd. _Flut._ Oh, yes;--I know her very well. _Dor._ Do you, my dear Fellow? Who? _Flut._ She's kept by Lord George Jennett. _Har._ Impudent Scoundrel! [_Aside._] _Dor._ Kept!!! _Flut._ Yes; Colonel Gorget had her first;--then Mr. Loveill;--then--I forget exactly how many; and at last she's Lord George's. [_Talks to other Masks._] _Dor._ I'll murder Gorget, poison Lord George, and shoot myself. _Har._ Now's the time, I see, to clear up the whole. Mr. Doricourt!--I say--Flutter was mistaken; I know who you are in love with. _Dor._ A strange _rencontre_! Who? _Har._ My Letty. _Dor._ Oh! I understand your rebuke;--'tis too soon, Sir, to assume the Father-in-law. _Har._ Zounds! what do you mean by that? I tell you that the Lady you admire, is Letitia Hardy. _Dor._ I am glad _you_ are so well satisfied with the state of my heart.--I wish _I_ was. [_Exit._