_Luck_. The devil! This way of dunning is worse than the other.

_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!