4th Lady. Disgusting!
5th Lady. Vile!
6th Lady. Shocking!
1st Lady. Odious!
2nd Lady. Hogs—pah!
3rd Lady. A smelling-bottle—look to Miss Melesinda. Poor thing! it is no wonder. You had better keep off from her, Mr. Hogsflesh, and not be pressing about her in her circumstances.
1st Gent. Good time of day to you, Mr.Hogsflesh.
2nd Gent. The compliments of the season to you, Mr. Hogsflesh.
Mr.H. This is too much—flesh and blood cannot endure it.
1st Gent. What flesh?—hog's-flesh?