iar of your acquaintance, sir. Read, read.

_Sir H._ [Reading.] _Madam, my passion----so natural----your beauty
contending----force of charms----mankind----eternal admirer_, WILDAIR.
--I ne'er was ashamed of my name before.

_Colonel S._ What, Sir Harry Wildair out of humour! ha! ha! ha! Poor Sir
Harry! More glory in her smile than in the Jubilee at Rome; ha! ha! ha!
But then her foot, Sir Harry; she dances to a miracle! ha! ha! ha! Fie,
Sir Harry; a man of your parts write letters not worth keeping!

_Sir H._ Now, why should I be angry that a woman is a woman? Since
inconstancy and falsehood are grounded in their natures, how can they
help it?--Here's a copy of verses too: I must turn poet, in the devil's
name--Stay--'Sdeath, what's here?--This is her hand----Oh, the charming
characters!--[Reading.]--_My dear Wildair_,--That's I, 'egad!--_This
huff-bluff Colonel_--that's he--_is the rarest fool in nature_--the
devil he is!--_and as such have I used him_.--With all my heart,
'faith!--_I had no better way of letting you know that I lodge in Pall
Mall_--LUREWELL.----Colonel, I am your most humble servant.

_Colonel S._ Hold, sir, you shan't go yet; I ha'n't delivered half my
message.

_Sir H._ Upon my faith, but you have, colonel.

_Colonel S._ Well, well, own your spleen; out with it; I know you're
like to burst.

_Sir H._ I am so, 'egad; ha! ha! ha! [_Laugh and point at one another._

_Colonel S._ Ay, with all my heart; ha! ha! Well, well, that's forced,
Sir Harry.

_Sir H._ I was never better pleased in all my life, by Jupiter.

_Colonel S._ Well, Sir Harry, 'tis prudence to hide your concern, when
there's no help for it. But, to be serious, now; the lady has sent you
back all your papers there----I was so just as not to look upon them.

_Sir H._ I'm glad on't, sir; for there were some things that I would not
have you see.

_Colonel S._ All this she has done for my sake; and I desire you would
decline any further pretensions for your own sake. So, honest,
goodnatured Sir Harry, I'm your humble servant. [_Exit._

_Sir H._ Ha! ha! ha! poor colonel! Oh, the delight of an ingenious
mistress! what a life and briskness it adds to an amour.--A legerdemain
mistress, who, _presto_! _pass_! and she's vanished; then _hey_! in an
instant in your arms again. [_Going._

_Enter_ VIZARD.

_Vizard._ Well met, Sir Harry--what news from the island of love?

_Sir H._ '