ACT THE THIRD.

SCENE I.

A Room in COLONEL OLDBOY'S House.

Enter HARMAN, with his Hat, Boots, and Whip, followed by DIANA.

Diana. Pr'ythee, hear me.

Har. My dear, what would you say?

Diana. I am afraid of the step we are going to take-indeed, I am: 'tis true, my father is the contriver of it; but, really, on consideration, I think I should appear less culpable if he was not so; I am, at once, criminal myself, and rendering him ridiculous.

Har. Do you love me?

Diana. Suppose I do, you give me a very ill proof of your love for me, when you would take advantage of my tenderness, to blind my reason.

Har. Come, get yourself ready-where is your band-box, hat, and cloak?-Slip into the garden-be there at the iron gate, which you showed me just now, and, as the postchaise comes round, I will step and take you in.

Diana. Dear Harman, let me beg of you to desist. Har. Dear Diana, let me beg of you to go on. Diana. I shall never have resolution to carry me through it.

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Har. We shall have four horses, my dear, and they will assist us.