_Luck_. What, to part with thee? A pretty woman will be sooner in earnest to part with her beauty, or a great man with his power. _Har_. I wish I were assured of the sincerity of your love. AIR. _Butter'd Pease_. _Luck_. Does my dearest Harriot ask What for love I would pursue? Would you, charmer, know what task I would undertake for you? Ask the bold ambitious, what He for honours would atchieve? Or the gay voluptuous, that Which he'd not for pleasure give? Ask the miser what he'd do To amass excessive gain? Or the saint, what he'd pursue, His wish'd heav'n to obtain? These I would attempt, and more-- For, oh! my Harriot is to me All ambition, pleasure, store, Or what heav'n itself can be! _Har_. Would my dearest Luckless know What his constant Harriot can Her tender love and faith to show For her dear, her only man? Ask the vain coquette what she For men's adoration would; Or from censure to be free, Ask the vile censorious prude. In a coach and six to ride, What the mercenary jade, Or the widow to be bride To a brisk broad-shoulder'd blade. All these I would attempt for thee, Could I but thy passion fix; Thy will my sole commander be, And thy arms my coach and six. _Money_. [_within_]. Harriot, Harriot. _Har_. Hear the dreadful summons! adieu. I will take the first opportunity of seeing you again. _Luck_. Adieu, my pretty charmer; go thy ways for the first of thy sex. SCENE IV.--LUCKLESS, JACK. _Luck_. So! what news bring you? _Jack_. An't please your honour I have been at my lord's, and his lordship thanks you for the favour you have offered of reading your play to him; but he has such a prodigious deal of business, he begs to be excused. I have been with Mr Keyber too--he made me no answer at all. Mr Bookweight will be here immediately. _Luck_. Jack. _Jack_. Sir. _Luck_. Fetch my other hat hither;--carry it to the pawnbroker's. _Jack_. To your honour's own pawnbroker! _Luck_. Ay--and in thy way home call at the cook's shop. So, one way or other, I find my head must always provide for my belly. SCENE V.--LUCKLESS, WITMORE. _Luck_. I am surprized! dear Witmore! _Wit_. Dear Harry! _Luck_. This is kind, indeed; but I do not more wonder at finding a man in this age who can be a friend to adversity, than that Fortune should be so much my friend as to direct you to me; for she is a lady I have not been much indebted to lately. _Wit_. She who told me, I assure you, is one you have been indebted to a long while. _Luck_. Whom do you mean? _Wit_. One who complains of your unkindness in not visiting her--Mrs Lovewood. _Luck_. Dost thou visit there still, then?