1st Mask. Why, what a Fellow you are, Courtall, to attempt imposing on your friends in this manner! A Lady of Quality—an Earl's Daughter—Your Ladyship's most obedient.——Ha! ha! ha!
Sav. Courtall, have you influence, or have you not?
Flut. The Man's moon-struck.
Court. Hell, and ten thousand Furies, seize you all together!
Kitty. What! me, too, Mr. Courtall? me, whom you have knelt to, prayed to, and adored?
Flut. That's right, Kitty; give him a little more.
Court. Disappointed and laugh'd at!——
Sav. Laugh'd at and despis'd. I have fullfilled my design, which was to expose your villainy, and laugh at your presumption. Adieu, Sir! Remember how you again boast of your influence with Women of Rank; and, when you next want amusement, dare not to look up to the virtuous and to the noble for a Companion.
[Exit, leading Kitty.
Flut. And, Courtall, before you carry a Lady into your bed-chamber again, look under her mask, d'ye hear?