Barbara. How the Jacobites were running in his head when he even....
Sophia. Little reason had he to fear us. If Daresby had been here....
Barbara. And this vile Colonel: no wonder he started off!
Sophia. What shall we do to get rid of him?
Horatia. All that woman ever attempted I am ready to perform.
Sophia. I would die for him.
Barbara. And I too.
Sophia. The handsome, brave, dear, darling young Prince! And to think that Daresby’s a Whig!
Enter Mrs. Judith and Col. Stumply.
Col. Good evening, young Ladies, good evening. I have just returned from the North, where we are everywhere triumphant, and our laurels should ensure us a welcome from beauty. ‘None but the brave, none but the brave deserve the fair,’ you know. Hey, Miss Sophy?