BUNNY. That your nephew from Cambridge!—that my daughter’s husband—never!
CARO. Never!
CAPT. H. Never!
PHŒBE. Never!
TRIPTOLE. Never! Uncle Cockletop, Bunny, male and female company, I’ve found a wife for myself, and here she is. My own dear Phœbe! (taking her hand) It was for her that I left Cambridge; it was to see her that I went to Cranbourne-alley, when I was suddenly singled out for destruction by that infuriated hippopotamus there! (to CAPTAIN)
CAPT. H. Because I thought you were giving chase to sister Arabella.
TRIPTOLE. Then that’s why you gave me chase through Leicester Square, up Compton Street?
CAPT. H. Not I!
COCKLE. No—that was me.
TRIPTOLE. Miss Bunny, I’ve a notion you won’t break your heart about me—ha, ha! take your hippopotamus; take care he don’t shiver his timbers! Bunny, your hand. Phœbe, yours! (to audience) May I venture to ask for yours?