(Enter WILDFIRE and FOXCHASE)
Wildfire. What a figure they both cut!
Foxchase. They've been rightly serv'd.
Wildfire. Let us go and dine at his Father's to plague the fellow.
Foxchase. With all my Heart. Sir Robert will be glad to see us.
Wildfire. By Jupiter the People are after 'em still. They deserve it. The Man who foolishly adopts French Manners, joyns in League with their Barbers, their Milliners, and is guilty of a Petit-Treason to his Country. (Exeunt)
(The End of the 1st Act)
ACT the 2nd
(Enter SIR ROBERT and SIDEBOARD)