Mr. Johns. Why, how long have you been a Member of this Congregation, pretty Miss, and not know honest George regards neither Times nor Seasons in Drinking?
Enter Mrs. Wellfed.
Mrs. Cross. O! Here comes Mrs. Wellfed. Your Servant Madam.
Mrs. Wellf. Your Servant Gentlemen and Ladies.
Mrs. Lucas. Sit down, Mrs. Wellfed, you are out of Breath.
Mrs. Wellf. Walking a Pace, and this ugly Cough—[Coughs. Well the Lady's a coming, and a couple of Beaus, but I perceive you need not care who comes, you are all dress'd.
Mrs. Cross. So it seems. I think they talk she expects a Duke.
Mrs. Wellf. Here's two of the Company.
Enter Mr. Praiseall and Calista.
Prais. Dear Mrs. Cross, your Beauties Slave.