_Sir H._ So it be not a false deed to cheat me of my estate, what care I--[_Opening the Packet._] Humph! my hand!--_To the Lady Lurewell_--_To the Lady Lurewell_--_To the Lady Lurewell_--What the devil hast thou been tampering with, to conjure up these spirits? _Colonel S._ A certain familiar of your acquaintance, sir. Read, read. _Sir H._ [Reading.] _Madam, my passion----so natural----your beauty contending----force of charms----mankind----eternal admirer_, WILDAIR. --I ne'er was ashamed of my name before. _Colonel S._ What, Sir Harry Wildair out of humour! ha! ha! ha! Poor Sir Harry! More glory in her smile than in the Jubilee at Rome; ha! ha! ha! But then her foot, Sir Harry; she dances to a miracle! ha! ha! ha! Fie, Sir Harry; a man of your parts write letters not worth keeping! _Sir H._ Now, why should I be angry that a woman is a woman? Since inconstancy and falsehood are grounded in their natures, how can they help it?--Here's a copy of verses too: I must turn poet, in the devil's name--Stay--'Sdeath, what's here?--This is her hand----Oh, the charming characters!--[Reading.]--_My dear Wildair_,--That's I, 'egad!--_This huff-bluff Colonel_--that's he--_is the rarest fool in nature_--the devil he is!--_and as such have I used him_.--With all my heart, 'faith!--_I had no better way of letting you know that I lodge in Pall Mall_--LUREWELL.----Colonel, I am your most humble servant. _Colonel S._ Hold, sir, you shan't go yet; I ha'n't delivered half my message. _Sir H._ Upon my faith, but you have, colonel. _Colonel S._ Well, well, own your spleen; out with it; I know you're like to burst. _Sir H._ I am so, 'egad; ha! ha! ha! [_Laugh and point at one another._ _Colonel S._ Ay, with all my heart; ha! ha! Well, well, that's forced, Sir Harry. _Sir H._ I was never better pleased in all my life, by Jupiter. _Colonel S._ Well, Sir Harry, 'tis prudence to hide your concern, when there's no help for it. But, to be serious, now; the lady has sent you back all your papers there----I was so just as not to look upon them. _Sir H._ I'm glad on't, sir; for there were some things that I would not have you see. _Colonel S._ All this she has done for my sake; and I desire you would decline any further pretensions for your own sake. So, honest, goodnatured Sir Harry, I'm your humble servant. [_Exit._ _Sir H._ Ha! ha! ha! poor colonel! Oh, the delight of an ingenious mistress! what a life and briskness it adds to an amour.--A legerdemain mistress, who, _presto_! _pass_! and she's vanished; then _hey_! in an instant in your arms again. [_Going._ _Enter_ VIZARD. _Vizard._ Well met, Sir Harry--what news from the island of love? _Sir H._ 'Faith, we made but a broken voyage by your chart; but now I am bound for another port: I told you the colonel was my rival. _Vizard._ The colonel--curs'd misfortune! another. [_Aside._