Nig monologue (Act 3) — Single Life: A Comedy, in Three Acts

Hear me, pray, hear me, I have treated you ill, I confess; but I have longed to make every reparation. I was so bewildered, my feelings were so tossed, this way and that, on a sea of doubt, that I knew not how to guide them; but now I am determined--take me while my resolution is strong within me--do--do--fix me--I _want_ to be fixed--there can be no wavering then--it will be done. Let me slide the ring on your finger--you throw the collar over my neck and make me a married man--do, do; I don't feel respectable as I am. Pray consent; the evil genius that controlled me is exorcised--I am free--Damper himself is in the toils--Ha! ha! he's caught, and I can now flirt where I please, love where I please, and marry where I please.