Omnes. Ha, ha, ha, ha!
Heart. Very well explained, Sir Patrick; it is a proper Answer.
Cank. But pray, Ladies—I speak to you in particular, who best know the Nature of the Question I am going to ask—how can you justify the impoliteness of making Clarinda, a Lady of Fashion and Fortune, in full dress trudge the streets at twelve o'Clock at Night in Contradiction to all Reason, Probability, and Politeness?
Sir Pat. Poo, poo! That's foolish now. Why what has a Stage Play to do with Reason and Probability? If a Tragedy makes you laugh and a Comedy makes you cry, as Mr. Heartly said just now, what would you have more?
Omnes. Ha, ha, ha.
Sir Pat. And as to the young Lady's going home a Foot, that is easily answered. You are to suppose it was a rainy Night and that she walked home to save Chair hire, because there was never a Coach to be had.
Omnes. Ha, ha, ha.
Sir Pat. I am sure it is very natural to walk. I have done so a hundred times.
Omnes. Ha, ha, ha.
Trif. My dear Sir Patrick, give me your Hand! Thou art the top Critick of the Age, let me perish.