SIXTH LADY
I have sent for that piece of music from London.
MR. H.
The Mozart—(seeing Melesinda.)—Melesinda!
SEVERAL LADIES AT ONCE
Nay positively, Melesinda, you shan't engross him all to yourself.
(While the Ladies are pressing about MR. H. the Gentlemen shew signs of displeasure.)
FIRST GENTLEMAN
We shan't be able to edge in a word, now this coxcomb is come.
SECOND GENTLEMAN
Damn him, I will affront him.
FIRST GENTLEMAN
Sir, with your leave, I have a word to say to one of these ladies.
SECOND GENTLEMAN
If we could be heard——
(The ladies pay no attention but to MR. H.)
MR. H. You see, gentlemen, how the matter stands. (Hums an air.) I am not my own master: positively I exist and breathe but to be agreeable to these——Did you speak?