Trap. Open your arms, miss, if you please; remember you are no coquet now: how pretty this looks! don't it? [Mimicking her] Let me have one of your best embraces, I desire: do it once more, pray—There, there, that's pretty well; you must practise this behind the scenes.
[Exeunt Miss M. and Col.]
Sneer. Are they gone to practice, now, Mr Trapwit?
Trap. You're a joker, Mr Sneerwell; you're a joker.
Enter Lord PLACE, Mayor, and Mrs Mayoress.
Place. I return you my hearty thanks, Mr Mayor, for this return! and in return of the favour, I will certainly do you a very good turn very shortly.
Fust. I wish the audience don't do you an ill turn, Mr Trapwit, for that last speech.
Sneer. Yes, faith, I think I would cut out a turn or two.
Trap. Sir, I'll sooner cut off an ear or two: sir, that's the very best thing in the whole play. Come, enter the colonel and Miss ——— married.
Sneer. Upon my word, they have been very expeditious.