Mrs. Cross. Yes, very Chaste, when I am in Love with my Father-in-Law's Steward, I know not why, nor wherefore.
Mar. Mrs. Cross, I maintain, no Woman in the Play-House, nor out of the Play-house, can be chaster than I ma'e Isabella, but trouble your Head no further, I'll do the Part my self.
Mrs. Cross. With all my Heart.
Mar. And let me tell you Mistress Cross, I shall command whatever is in the Wardrobe, I assure you!
Mrs Cross. Any of my Gowns are at your Service, if they'll fit you, Madam.
Mar. Nay, they shall be; perhaps, without boasting, I command them, that command you.
Mrs. Cross. Perhaps 'tis not worth boasting on; there's your part. [Exit.
Mar. A little inconsiderable Creature! Well, she shall see how much better 'twill be done, and for meer madness, hang her self in her own Garters. Mrs. Wellfed, I'll wear a white Feather, That, I believe, will become me best. Patty, is Patty there?
Pat. Yes, Madam.
Mar. Patty, run to the Exchange, bring me a Dozen yards of Scarlet Ribbon; and d'ye hear Patty? Some shining Patches, some Pulvil and Essence, my Lord Duke shall help me to Jewels, throw up her part! I'll fit her, let her see how the Town will receive her, after I have trode the Stage.