_Colonel S._ To-morrow morning, early, madam. _Lady L._ So suddenly! which way are you designed to travel? _Colonel S._ That I can't yet resolve on. _Lady L._ Pray, sir, tell me; pray, sir; I entreat you; why are you so obstinate? _Colonel S._ Why are you so curious, madam? _Lady L._ Because---- _Colonel S._ What? _Lady L._ Because, I, I---- _Colonel S._ Because, what, madam?--Pray tell me. _Lady L._ Because I design to follow you. [_Crying._ _Colonel S._ Follow me! By all that's great, I ne'er was proud before. Follow me! By Heavens thou shalt not. What! expose thee to the hazards of a camp!--Rather I'll stay, and here bear the contempt of fools, and worst of fortune. _Lady L._ You need not, shall not; my estate for both is sufficient. _Colonel S._ Thy estate! No, I'll turn a knave, and purchase one myself; I'll cringe to the proud man I undermine; I'll tip my tongue with flattery, and smooth my face with smiles; I'll turn informer, office-broker, nay, coward, to be great; and sacrifice it all to thee, my generous fair. _Lady L._ And I'll dissemble, lie, swear, jilt, any thing, but I'll reward thy love, and recompense thy noble passion. _Colonel S._ Sir Harry, ha! ha! ha! poor Sir Harry, ha! ha! ha! Rather kiss her hand than the Pope's toe; ha! ha! ha! _Lady L._ What Sir Harry, Colonel? What Sir Harry? _Colonel S._ Sir Harry Wildair, madam. _Lady L._ What! is he come over? _Colonel S._ Ay, and he told me--but I don't believe a syllable on't---- _Lady L._ What did he tell you? _Colonel S._ Only called you his mistress; and pretending to be extravagant in your commendation, would vainly insinuate the praise of his own judgment and good fortune in a choice. _Lady L._ How easily is the vanity of fops tickled by our sex! _Colonel S._ Why, your sex is the vanity of fops. _Lady L._ On my conscience, I believe so. This gentleman, because he danced well, I pitched on for a partner at a ball in Paris, and ever since he has so persecuted me with letters, songs, dances, serenading, flattery, foppery, and noise, that I was forced to fly the kingdom. ----And I warrant you he made you jealous? _Colonel S._ 'Faith, madam, I was a little uneasy. _Lady L._ You shall have a plentiful revenge; I'll send him back all his foolish letters, songs, and verses, and you yourself shall carry them: 'twill afford you opportunity of triumphing, and free me from his further impertinence; for of all men he's my aversion. I'll run and fetch them instantly. [_Exit._ _Colonel S._ Dear madam, a rare project! Now shall I bait him, like Actæon, with his own dogs.----Well, Mrs. Parly, it is ordered by act of parliament, that you receive no more pieces, Mrs. Parly. _Parly._ 'Tis provided by the same act, that you send no more messages by me, good Colonel; you must not presume to send any more letters, unless you can pay the postage.