Mr. Pink. Thank ye, Madam; I'll do my best for you too.
Mrs. Wellf. Mr. Johnson!
Mr. Pink. So, now she's going her Rounds.
Mrs. Wellf. Mr. Johnson!—Duce on him, he's gone! Well, I shall see him by and by.
Enter Mr. Praiseall.
Prais. Ladies, the Chocolate is ready, and longs to be conducted by your white Hands to your Rosie Lips!
Mrs. Wellf. Rarely express'd! Come, Ladies.
[Exeunt.
Manent Mrs. Knight and Mrs. Wellfed.
Mrs Knight. I believe our People wou'd dance after any Tom-Dingle for a pen'orth of Sugar-plums.