Enter Mrs. Hadland.
Mrs. H.
Oh Sir, most opportunely met—are you alone?—
Nob.
Yes, Sir,—Your Pleasure—
Mrs. H.
I am come to—cut your Throat.
Nob.
How Sir!—cut my Throat, you'l give me a rea∣son,
Sir, for it, I hope—
Mrs. H.
I saw what amorous glances past between my Wife
and you at Dinner, and since too I have discovered that which
has rais'd such a Storm within me, that nothing but thy death
can restore my former calmness—
Nob.
Jealous by this light—I hope he has not met with
my Letter I convey'd to the Widow—
[Aside.
Heav'ns Sir, what jealous on the first night!
Mrs. H.
I am all rage with jealousie, your Letter, Sir—
see there the reason, Villain, and then judg if I can pardon
such an injury—Therefore prepare to yield up either Life,
or Love—
Nob.
Nay, Sir, since you have discovered my passion, then
know I do, must, and will love your Widow, nay, dote upon
the sight of her, and yet no harm to you, since you possess the
wealth, you cannot barr a longing stander by, to wish and
sigh, since you know 'tis in vain; therefore I will persist—
ah 'tis a charming Creature!
Mrs. H.
Hell and Furies! shall I stand tamely still, and hear
a fellow boldly to my face proclaim my Infamy!
Nob.
A fellow, Sir▪ Provoke me not, I say provoke me
not; if you do, by Heav'n, if possible, I'le cuckol'd thee be∣fore
thy face—
Mrs. H.
This is beyond all patience, base Villain draw—
Nob.
Pish Sir, your little Bodkin frights not me, see I have
one can match it—Yet I believe thee Valiant, or such a
little whipper-ginnie durst not have been so desperate to have
ventur'd on a longing Widow—
Mrs. H.
How, Sir, have at thy heart!—
Nob.
Good Child, thou art too forward,—reserve thy
vigour for another place, it will be little enough, I'le engage—
for young, Sir, there can be no comparison between you and
I, in love affairs—