Char. Cousin Tim! Who is he?
Pet. Good lack! Don't you know cousin Tim? Why, he's one of the best tailors in all—
Char. A tailor! No, sir, I do not know him. My father was state coachman, and wore his highness's livery.
[Exit.
Pet. [Mimicking.] "My father was state coachman, and wore his Highness's livery"—Well, and cousin Tim could have made his Highness's livery, if you go to that. State coachman, indeed!
[Going.
Enter Solomon.
Sol. Peter, you ninny, stay where you are. Is that chattering girl gone? Didn't I tell you we would have a practice of our dance? they are all ready on the lawn. Mark me; I represent the Count, and you the Baron.
[Exit, with affected dignity. Peter follows, mimicking.