Mrs. Wellf. Come Mrs. Knight, let you and I have a Bottle of Sherry.
Mrs. Knight. No, I thank you, I never drink Wine in a Morning.
Mrs. Wellf. Then you'll never write Plays, I promise you.
Mrs. Knight. I don't desire it.
Mrs. Wellf. If you please, Madam, to pass the time away, I'll repeat one of my best Scenes.
Mrs. Knight. Oh Heav'ns! No Rest!—-- [Aside. Madam, I doubt the Company will take it amiss. I am your very humble Servant. [Exit hastily.
Mrs. Wellf. What! Fled so hastily! I find Poets had need be a little conceited, for they meet with many a Bauk. However, scribling brings this Satisfaction, that like our Children, we are generally pleas'd with it our selves.
So the fond Mother's rapt with her pratling Boys,
Whilst the free Stranger flies th' ungrateful Noise.
[Exit.