Miss M. But must I go into keeping, mama?
Mrs M. Child, you must do what's in fashion.
Miss M. But I have heard that's a naughty thing.
Mrs M. That can't be if your betters do it; people are punished for doing naughty things, but people of quality are never punished; therefore they never do any naughty things.
Fust. An admirable syllogism, and quite in character.
Trap. Pshaw, dear sir! don't trouble me with character; it's a good thing; and if it's a good thing, what signifies who says it?—Come, enter the mayor drunk.
Enter Mayor.
May. Liberty and property, and no excise, wife.
Mrs M. Ah! filthy beast, come not near me.
May. But I will, though; I am for liberty and property; I'll vote for no courtiers, wife.