[Going.
Miss Dolly B. Stop, will you excuse me afterwards to Squire Tallyho?
Colonel E. For vat?
Miss Dolly B. Because I promised to run away with him.
Colonel E. Indeed!
Miss Dolly B. Yes, but don't tell mamma—Sure, 'twas for that I came here to meet him.
Colonel E. Yes, but here I come first.
Miss Dolly B. True, sir, and first come, first served, as pa used to say, in the shop at home—he! he! he!
Colonel E. Come, then, my dearest angel!—Aha—Stay, mademoiselle, I vill order my gentilhomme to pack up some poudre, and pomade, and my dancing pump, as von cannot tell vat may happen—den, hey for love and pleasure!
[Exit.