FIRST FOOTMAN
Why then, Sir, you may suit yourself.
SECOND FOOTMAN
We tell you plainly, we cannot stay.
FIRST FOOTMAN
We don't chuse to serve Mr. H.
SECOND FOOTMAN
Nor any Mr. or Squire in the alphabet——
FIRST FOOTMAN
That lives in Chris-cross Row.
MR. H. Go, for a couple of ungrateful, inquisitive, senseless rascals! Go hang, starve, or drown!—Rogues, to speak thus irreverently of the alphabet—I shall live to see you glad to serve old Q—to curl the wig of great S—adjust the dot of little i—stand behind the chair of X, Y, Z—wear the livery of Et-caetera—and ride behind the sulky of And-by-itself-and!
[Exit in a rage.]
ACT II
SCENE.—A handsome Apartment well lighted, Tea, Cards, &c.—A large party of Ladies and Gentlemen, among them MELESINDA.
FIRST LADY
I wonder when the charming man will be here.