Mrs M. Oh! have I found you at last, sir? I have been hunting for you this hour.
May. Faith, my dear, I wish you had found me sooner; I have been drinking to the good old cause with Sir Harry and the squire: you would have been heartily welcome to all the company.
Mrs M. Sir, I shall keep no such company; I shall converse with no clowns or country squires.
Miss M. My mama will converse with no Jacobites.
May. But, my dear, I have some news for you; I have got a place for myself now.
Mrs M. O ho! then you will vote for my lord at last?
May. No, my dear; Sir Harry is to give me a place.
Mrs M. A place in his dog-kennel?
May. No, 'tis such a one as you never could have got me from my lord; I am to be made an embassador.
Mrs M. What, is Sir Harry going to change sides then, that he is to have all this interest?