Read it through once

Sir Peter Teazle. — Ha! — I am glad you have owned it at last. — I am glad you have confessed that you have a share of vanity. — But, upon my soul, you will be the death of me with your continual solicitude. — Why will you be always putting me upon the rack? — If I must be put upon the rack, I would rather be used to it; but I cannot endure this sort of mild torture. — I will be hanged if I will submit to it.