_Haz._ Yes, Madam, but ‘tis not fit I should let you know with what regret I go,--but Business will be obey’d. _Sure._ Some Letters to dispatch to _English_ Ladies you have left behind--come, Cousin, confess. _Haz._ I own I much admire the _English_ Beauties but never yet have put their Fetters on. _Sure._ Never in love! oh, then you have pleasure to come. _Haz._ Rather a Pain when there’s no Hope attends it. _Sure._ Oh, such Diseases quickly cure themselves. _Haz._ I do not wish to find it so; for even in Pain I find a Pleasure too. _Sure._ You are infected then, and come abroad for Cure. _Haz._ Rather to receive my Wounds, Madam. _Sure._ Already, Sir,--whoe’er she be, she made good haste to conquer, we have few here boast that Dexterity. _Haz._ What think you of _Chrisante_, Madam? _Sure._ I must confess your Love and your Despair are there plac’d right, of which I am not fond of being made a Confident, since I am assur’d she can love none but _Friendly_. [Coldly. _Haz._ Let her love on as long as Life shall last, let _Friendly_ take her, and the Universe, so I had my next wish-- [Sighs. Madam, it is yourself that I adore--I should not be so vain to tell you this, but that I know you have found the Secret out already from my Sighs. _Sure._ Forbear, Sir, and know me for your Kinsman’s Wife, and no more. _Haz._ Be scornful as you please, rail at my Passion, and refuse to hear it; yet I’ll love on, and hope in spite of you; my Flame shall be so constant and submissive, it shall compel your Heart to some return. _Sure._ You’re very confident of your Power, I perceive; but if you chance to find yourself mistaken, say your Opinion and your Affectation were misapply’d, and not that I was cruel. [Ex. _Surelove_. _Haz._ Whate’er denials dwell upon your Tongue, your Eyes assure me that your Heart is tender. [Goes out. Enter the Bagpiper, playing before a great Bowl of Punch, carry’d between two Negroes, a Highlander dancing after it; the Widow _Ranter_ led by _Timorous_; _Chrisante_ by _Dullman_; Mrs. _Flirt_ and _Friendly_, all dancing after it; they place it on the Table. _Dull._ This is like the noble Widow all over, i’faith. _Tim._ Ay, ay, the Widow’s Health in a full Ladle, Major. [Drinks. --But a Pox on’t, what made that young Fellow here, that affronted us yesterday, Major? [While they drink about. _Dull._ Some damned Sharper that would lay his Knife aboard your Widow, Cornet. _Tim._ Zoors, if I thought so, I’d arrest him for Salt and Battery, lay him in Prison for a swinging Fine, and take no Bail. _Dull._ Nay, had it not been before my Mistress here, Mrs. _Chrisante_, I had swinged him for his Yesterday’s Affront;--ah, my sweet Mistress _Chrisante_--if you did but know what a power you have over me-- _Chris._ Oh, you’re a great Courtier, Major. _Dull._ Would I were any thing for your sake, Madam.