Pat. Nothing but flattery brings my Lady into a good humour. [Aside. With your Ladyship's directions I might aim at something.
Mar. My Necklace.
Pat. Here's a Neck! such a Shape! such a Skin!—-- [Tying it on. Oh! if I were a Man, I shoud run Mad!
Mar. Humph! The Girl has more Sense than I imagin'd, She finds out those Perfections all the Beau-mond have admired.— Well, Patty, after my Third day I'll give you this Gown and Pettycoat.
Pat. Your Ladyship will make one of Velvet, I suppose.
Mar. I guess I may; see who knocks. [Goes out, and returns.
Pat. Madam, 'tis Mrs. Wellfed.
Mar. That ill-bred, ill shap'd Creature! Let her come up, she's foolish and open-hearted, I shall pick something out of her that may do her Mischief, or serve me to Laugh at.
Pat. Madam, you invited her to the Rehearsal this Morning.
Mar. What if I did? she might have attended me at the Play-house.——Go, fetch her up.