"Omnes. Ha, ha, ha!
"Sir Per. Ay, and that is much wholesomer, Lady Rodolpha, than aw their slips and their slops here in the south.
"Lord Lum. Ha, ha, ha! Well, my dear Rodolpha, you are a droll girl, upon honour,—and very entertaining, I vow; [He whispers.]—but, my dear child,—a little too much upon the dancing, and sweating, and the wolly-wambles.
"Omnes. Ha, ha, ha!"
Enter TOMLINS.
Tom. Colonel Toper and Captain Hardbottle are come, sir.
Sir Per. O! vary weel.—Dinner directly.
Tom. It is ready, sir. [Exit.
Sir Per. My lord, we attend your lordship.
Lord Lum. Lady Mac, your ladyship's hand, if you please. [Exit with Lady Macsycophant.