_Money_. If thou can'st not pay me in money, let me have it in love. If I break through the modesty of my sex let my passion excuse it. I know the world will call it an impudent action; but if you will let me reserve all I have to myself, I will make myself yours for ever. _Luck_. Toll, loll, loll! _Money_. And is this the manner you receive my declaration, you poor beggarly fellow? You shall repent this; remember, you shall repent it; remember that. I'll shew you the revenge of an injured woman. _Luck_. I shall never repent anything that rids me of you, I am sure. SCENE III.--LUCKLESS, HARRIOT. _Luck_. Dear Harriot! _Har_. I have waited an opportunity to return to you. _Luck_. Oh! my dear, I am so sick! _Har_. What's the matter? _Luck_. Oh! your mother! your mother! _Har_. What, has she been scolding ever since? _Luck_. Worse, worse! _Har_. Heaven forbid she should threaten to go to law with you. _Luck_. Oh, worse! worse! she threatens to go to church with me. She has made me a generous offer, that if I will but marry her she will suffer me to settle all she has upon her. _Har_. Generous creature! Sure you will not resist the proposal? _Luck_. Hum! what would you advise me to? _Har_. Oh, take her, take her, by all means; you will be the prettiest, finest, loveliest, sweetest couple. Augh! what a delicate dish of matrimony you will make! Her age with your youth, her avarice with your extravagance, and her scolding with your poetry. _Luck_. Nay, but I am serious, and I desire you would be so. You know my unhappy circumstances, and your mother's wealth. It would be at least a prudent match. _Har_. Oh! extremely prudent, ha, ha, ha! the world will say, Lard! who could have thought Mr Luckless had had so much prudence? This one action will overbalance all the follies of your life. _Luck_. Faith, I think it will: but, dear Harriot, how can I think of losing you for ever? And yet, as our affairs stand, I see no possibility of our being happy together. It will be some pleasure, too, that I may have it in my power to serve you. Believe me, it is with the utmost reluctance I think of parting with you. For if it was in my power to have you---- _Har_. Oh, I am very much obliged to you; I believe you--Yes, you need not swear, I believe you. _Luck_. And can you as easily consult prudence, and part with me? for I would not buy my own happiness at the price of yours. _Har_. I thank you, sir--Part with you--intolerable vanity! _Luck_. Then I am resolved; and so, my good landlady, have at you. _Har_. Stay, sir, let me acquaint you with one thing--you are a villain! and don't think I'm vexed at anything, but that I should have been such a fool as ever to have had a good opinion of you. [_Crying_. _Luck_. Ha, ha, ha! Caught, by Jupiter! And did my dear Harriot think me in earnest? _Har_. And was you not in earnest?