Mrs. Cross. Why, the Masters admire it.
Mrs. Knight. So much the worse. What they censure, most times prospers; and commonly, what they admire, miscarries: Pshaw! They know nothing. They have Power, and are positive; but have no more a right Notion of things, Mrs. Cross, than you can have of the Pleasures of Wedlock, that are unmarry'd.
Mrs. Cross. I submit to better Judgment in that, Madam. I am sure the Authoress is very proud and impertinent, as indeed most Authors are.——She's a Favourite, and has put 'em to a world of Expence in Cloaths. A Play well-dress'd, you know, is half in half, as a great Writer says; The Morocco Dresses, when new formerly for Sebastian, they say enliven'd the Play as much as the Pudding and Dumpling Song did Merlin.
Mrs. Knight. This Play must be dress'd if there's any Credit remains, tho' they are so cursedly in debt already.
Mrs. Cross. It wants it, Madam, it wants it.
Mr. Wellf. Well, Ladies, after this Play's over, I hope you'll think of mine; I have two excellent Parts for ye.
But, We are at your Service.
Mrs. Wellf. Mr. Pinkethman! Mr. Pinkethman! What, d'ye run away from a Body?
Mr. Pink. Who!? I beg your Pardon, Madam.
Mrs. Wellf. Well, Mr. Pinkethman, you shall see what I have done for you in my next.