Heart. Pray Mrs. Chatter, what it is Matter?
Chat. Matter! The Devil fetch the new Play for me, and the Play-House, and the Players, and all of them together, for I was never so chagrinned since I was born.
Cank. What you did not like the Play, I suppose, Mrs. Chatter, nor the Acting.
Chat. O quite the contrary, Sir, I never saw a prettier Play in all my Life, and I think Mr. Ranger the Templer is a charming Fellow! O lud! I protest I should not care to trust myself with him in his Chambers—well he made me laugh a thousand times tonight, with his going up the Ladder of Ropes, and then into the Lady's Chamber, and his dropping his Hat, and his going to ravish Jacyntha, and a thousand comical things—but he brings all off at last. (Enter Footman with a Glass of Water) O Mr. Thomas, I thank you. (Drinks, gives him the Glass, Footman is going off) O Mr. Thomas.
Foot. Madam.
Chat. I vow I am over Shoes and Boots with walking home from the Playhouse; there was neither Chair nor Coach to be had for Love or Money; pray will you tell the Chambermaid to leave out some clean things for me in my Lady's dressing Room.
Foot. I shall, Madam. (Going)
Chat. O one thing more—pray Mr. Thomas, let the Monkey and the Parrot be removed out of my Lady's dressing Room, for I know she won't care to converse with them tonight.—The new Comedy I suppose will engross our Chat for one week at least.
Foot. A pox on these Monkeys and Parrots and these second hand Quality; they require more Attendance than our Ladies. (Exit)
Heart. Pray Mrs. Chatter, if you were pleased with the Play and the Acting, from whence arises your Distress?