_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?

_Luck_. What, to part with thee? A pretty woman will be sooner in