Mar. How now, Impertinence! was not you told of Interrupting once to Day? Look how she stands now! How long must I expect what you have to say?
Pat. My Lord Whiffle is come to wait on your Ladyship, and sends to know, whether you are at leisure.
Mar. Ay, he understands Breeding, and Decorum. Is my Dress in great disorder?
Pat. You Look all Charming, Madam.
Mar. Hold the Glass; give me some Patches; my Box is done; I am much oblig'd to his Lordship for this Honour. Some Powder. (Pulls the Box out of her Pocket. Put my Gown to rights, and shake my Tail. The unmannerly Blockheads have made a Road over it, and left the vile Impression of their Nauseous Feet. Well, how do I look now, Patty?
Pat. Like one of the Graces, drest for a Ball at the Court of Orleans.
Mar. Ha, ha, ha; well said, Patty; now for my dear dear Lord Whiffle.
Mr. Awdwell meeting her.
Mr. Awd. How!
Mar. And how too! why, look ye, Mr. Awdwell, my Lord is come to pay his Respects to me; and I will pay my Respects again to my Lord, in spight of your Tyrannical Pretensions. And so, your humble Servant.