Enter Sir Tunbelly, with Musicians, Dancers, &c.
Sir Tun. Come, come in, good People, come in; come, tune your Fiddles, tune your Fiddles.
To the Hautboys.] Bag-pipes, make ready there. Come, strike up.
[Sings.
For this is Hoyden's Wedding-day;
And therefore we keep Holy-day,
And come to be merry.
Ha! there's my Wench, I'faith: Touch and take, I'll warrant her; she'll breed like a tame Rabbit.
Miss. [Aside.] I'cod, I think my Father's gotten drunk before Supper.
Sir Tun. [To Lov. and Wor.] Gentlemen, you are welcome. [Saluting Aman. and Ber.] Ladies, by your leave. Ha——They bill like Turtles. Udsookers, they set my old Blood a-fire; I shall cuckold some body before Morning.
Lord Fop. [To Sir Tun.] Sir, you being Master of the Entertainment, will you desire the Company to sit?
Sir Tun. Oons, Sir,——I'm the happiest Man on this side the Ganges.