Nig. I cant allow this. Miss Coy’s feelings shall not be trifled with.
Miss Coy. Oh, sir, your championship is now too late, had it been exerted yesterday morning, this scene might have been spared. (Sobbing.)
Nig. She’s crying: I can’t see her cry. (Rising.)
Dam. (Pulling him to his seat.) Sit down. All women can command tears.
Miss Mac. (Rising and calling to DAMPER.) Oh! you brute. Oh! you brute.
Miss Mea. Aunt, pray keep your seat and your temper.
Miss Coy. (Recovering herself.) And you, Miss Skylark, you must make your little additions to the tittle-tattle.
Miss Sky. I.
Miss Coy. A female adventurer, am I? deep in debt, and only anxious for a husband to remove that burthen from my shoulders; that I loiter in shady lanes, and pretend to study botany as an excuse for solitary walks; that I practice attitudes, sighs, and simulate fainting to attract attention.