_Col._ Why, really, Madam, after all, you have so pretty, so winning an
Air, that o' my Conscience, I think, I cou'd marry you.

La. _Rod._ And, really, _Collonel_, you have so silly, so sneaking an Air,
that o' my Conscience, you'll make an excellent Husband; but I'm afraid,
_Collonel_, you are so tainted with _French_ Principles, having forag'd in
that Country, you'll be for Tyranny, and arbitrary Government.

_Col._ And I'm afraid, Madam, you're so obstinate in _English_ Principles,
you'll submit to no Government at all--but the Age has adjusted that
matter, for marry'd People now-a-days are the quietest, best natur'd
Creatures, and live together like Brother and Sister.

La. _Rod._ Nay, of marry'd Folks, a Soldier's Wife is the happiest, for
half the Year you're in _Flanders_, and one an't plagu'd with you.

_Col._ And t'other half we are busie in raising Recruits, and don't much
disturb you.

La. _Rod._ Positively, _Collonel_, I'll not have abundance of Children.

_Col._ As few as you please, Madam.

La. _Rod._ For to be mew'd up in a Nursery, with six dirty Boys, those
diminutive Apes, of the Father's dull Species.

_Col._ And as many trolloping Girls, that are the greatest Drugs in
Nature--Well, Madam, since we're come to talk of Procreation, it must be a
Match; and tho' I courted you in a careless way, to please your Humour,
know now, I do love thee beyond measure; thou shalt have Progeny