Miss Dolly B. Why, la, mamma! when the Colonel and 'Squire Tallyho left me, I was glad to catch at any body.
Lack. What's that you say, Mrs. Lackland?—I'm very much obliged to you—you have done me infinite honour!
[Makes a low Bow.
Enter Tallyho.
Tall. Eh, what, have you all got about the winning-post here?
Miss Dolly B. Yes, and now, you may canter off to Newmarket.
Tall. Lackland, I give you joy of little Ginger, for she was never good, egg, or bird.
Enter Colonel Epaulette.
Colonel E. How do you, good folks, damme? Ah, Miss Dolly coquin, run away!
Miss Dolly B. Yes, Colonel, and didn't even wait for my dancing pumps!