Miss M. O la! what a delicate, fine, charming sight that would be! Well, I like a laced coat; and if ever I am taken into keeping, it shall be by a man in a laced coat.
May. What's that you say, minx? What's that you say?
Mrs M. What's that to you, sir?
May. Why, madam, must not I speak to my own daughter?
Mrs M. You have the greater obligation to me, sir, if she is: I am sure, if I had thought you would have endeavoured to ruin your family, I would have seen you hanged before you should have had any by me.
May. I ruin my family!
Mrs M. Yes, I have been making your fortune for you with my lord; I have got a place for you, but you won't accept on't.
Miss M. You shall accept on't.
Mrs M. You shall vote for my lord and the colonel.
Miss M. They are the finest men—