Enter Second Waiter.
2 Waiter. What the deuce a bawling do you keep!
1 Waiter. What d'ye mean running about the streets, with your hands in your pockets, at such a time, and the house full of company, and——
2 Waiter. Why, didn't mistress desire me to look for Captain Huff, in order to see if he could bully this here Mr. Lackland out of the house; as there's no chance of his ever being able to pay his bill here?
1 Waiter. Bully him out! I don't think the captain and his whole regiment can do that.
Lackland and Mrs. Casey without.
Mrs. Casey. Mr. Lackland, I desire you'll leave my house.
2 Waiter. See, what a woman's tongue can do!—here he comes, and my mistress at his heels.
Lack. Upon my honour, Mrs. Casey, I'm amazed that any gentleman would enter your doors!
Mrs. Casey. Upon my honour, Mr. Lackland, you may take yourself out of my doors!