m?

_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
Actaeon, with his own dogs.----Well, Mrs. Parly, it is ordered by act of
parli