Mr. Aw'dw. Why, Madam, you are not in earnest!
Mar. By my hopes of Catiline, I am.
Mr. Aw'dw. For Heav'ns sake, don't make your self so irrecoverably rediculous.
Mr. Prais. Do, Madam, I say, 'Gad, I'll make such a Party! Gad, I'll do nothing but clap, from the time I come into the House, 'till I go out; Ouns, I'll be hang'd if it don't bring a Swindging Audience, on the third day.
Mr. Aw'dw. To dance naked on the third Day, wou'd bring a bigger Audience; Why don't you perswade the Lady to that? [Speaking loud to Marsillia.
Do, Marsillia, be rul'd by your Vanity, and that good Friend, Mr. Praiseall; but rest assur'd, after such a weakness, I will never see your Face again.
Mar. Ha! I must not loose him. (aside) Why, Mr. Aw'dwell, wou'd you have such a hopeful Play lost? Can you be so unreasonable to desire it? And that Part ruins all.
Mr. Aw'dwell. Give me the Part, and I'll try to perswade Mrs. Cross.
Mar. Do, that's a good Boy; and I won't disoblige him this two days.
Mr. Aw'dw. Is't possible! Will you dine at your own Lodgings to day? I'll give Order for some Dishes of Meat there?