[Aside.
There thou hast it. [Puts his hand on his head.] And if it will do thee any good, may it be, to make thee, at least, as wise a man as thy father.
Lady Head. Miss Betty, don't you see your uncle?
Unc. Rich. And for thee, my dear, may'st thou be, at least, as good a woman as thy mother.
Miss Betty. I wish I may ever be so handsome, Sir.
Unc. Rich. Ha! Miss Pert! now that's a thought that seems to have been hatch'd in the girl on this side Highgate.
[Aside.
Sir Fran. Her tongue is a little nimble, Sir.
Lady Head. That's only from her country education, Sir Francis, she has been kept there too long; I therefore brought her to London, Sir, to learn more reserve and modesty.
Unc. Rich. O! the best place in the world for it. Every woman she meets, will teach her something of it. There's the good gentlewoman of the house, looks like a knowing person, ev'n she perhaps will be so good to read her a lesson, now and then, upon that subject. An arrant bawd, or I have no skill in physiognomy.