Mrs M. Indeed, but you shall, sir.
Miss M. I hope you won't vote for a nasty stinking Tory, papa.
May. What a pox! are you for the courtiers too?
Miss M. Yes, I hope I am a friend to my country; I am not for bringing in the pope.
May. No, nor I an't for a standing army.
Mrs M. But I am for a standing army, sir; a standing army is a good thing: you pretend to be afraid of your liberties and your properties—you are afraid of your wives and daughters: I love to see soldiers in the town; and you may say what you will, I know the town loses nothing by 'em.
May. The women don't, I believe.
Mrs M. And I'll have you know, the women's wants shall be considered, as well as yours. I think my lord and the colonel do you too much honour in offering to represent such a set of clownish, dirty, beggarly animals—Ah! I wish we women were to choose.
May. Ay, we should have a fine set of members then, indeed.
Mrs M. Yes, sir, you would have none but pretty gentlemen—there should not be one man in the House of Commons without a laced coat.