Mar. Yes, yes.
Mr. Aw'dw. Don't serve me now, as you did when I provided a handsome Dinner for you at my own House; and you whiskt to Chelsy, in a Coach, with the Lord knows who.
Mar. No, I scorn it. [Exit Mr. Aw'dwell.
Prais. You was talking of Wine, there is some within; pray take a Recruit before you proceed.
Mar. A good Motion, wait upon these two Ladies in, and I'll follow; I must practice a little, least Mrs. Cross shou'd prove stubborn, and then, not my Father's Ghost shou'd hinder me.
Calista. We'll begin your health.
[Exeunt.
Mar. Do. Whom shall I Curse, my Birth, My Fate, or Stars! All are my Foes! All bent to ruine Innocence!
Enter Patty, with Patches, Powder, Looking-glass, &c.
Pat. Oh, Madam!