Clar. O, for that, my dear child, I must be plain with you, I'll see none of them but Araminta, who has the manners of the court; for I'll converse with none but women of quality.
Gripe. Ay, ay, they shall all have one quality or other.
Clar. Then, my dear, to make our home pleasant, we'll have consorts of music sometimes.
Gripe. Music in my house!
Clar. Yes, my child, we must have music or the house will be so dull I shall get the spleen, and be going abroad again.
Flip. Nay, she has so much complaisance for you, Sir, you can't dispute such things with her.
Gripe. Ay, but if I have music——
Clar. Ay, but Sir, I must have music——
Flip. Not every day, Madam don't mean.
Clar. No, bless me, no; but three consorts a week: three days more we'll play after dinner at Ombre, Picquet, Basset, and so forth, and close the evening with a handsome supper and a ball.