Almack’s in the West.
| If once to Almack’s you belong, Like Monarch’s you can do no wrong; But banished thence on Wednesday night, By Jove, you can do nothing right. Ladies, your most humble servants, Tom and Jerry stands before you. Our blood is thrilling, you’re so killing; At once we love you and adore you. Let us softly sit beside you; Trust us, you will quickly own, That love’s alarms hath sweeter charms Than joys e’er yet to mortal known. |
SCENE.—Almack’s brilliantly illuminated—Duchess of Diamonds, Countess Conversatione, Princess Pulmante, Lady Eastend, Baron Rufus, Sir Tilbury Unit, and Company discovered.
Enter KATE, SUE, JANE, and TRIFLE.
Sue. I do not see them yet.
Kate. I can depend upon Corinthian; and I think you may upon your lover. In the meantime, let us have a minuet to dissipate our ennui.
Enter GREEN, in ball dress.
Green. Aye, aye, a minivit to dissipate our ong vee, by all means.