Sir J. B. I've been fighting your battles here.—
[Lady Bull looks scornfully at Tallyho.
Tall. Right, Sir John—[Observing her.] for I see, if the grey mare's the better horse, I lose the filly.
Lady B. I can't stay with this savage.
Lack. Will your ladyship honour me—Miss Dolly, your lily hand—
[Takes her Hand.
Tall. [Interposing.] No matter whether her hand is a lily, or a tulip, or a daffydowndilly—by your leave, neighbour—
[Gets between Dolly and Lackland.
Lack. Sir, you know I am always ready to correct insolence; if a man insults me, 'tisn't his fortune can protect him—[Turning to Sir J. Bull.] pr'ythee, Bull, step and ask if I left my snuff-box in the bar below. Mr. Tallyho, when you're inclined to quarrel, I am always ready to go out with you.
Tall. My Lady Bull will go out with you, and I wish her much joy of her company.