Sir Fran. Here, Humphry, here's to thee.
[Drinks.
You are too pert, child it don't do well in a young woman.
Lady Head. Pray, Sir Francis, don't snub her; she has a fine growing spirit, and if you check her so, you'll make her as dull as her brother there.
Squire Humph. Indeed Mother, I think my sister is too forward.
[After drinking a long draught.
Miss Betty. You? you think I'm too forward? what have you to do to think, brother Heavy? you are too fat to think of any thing but your belly.
Lady Head. Well said, Miss; he's none of your master, tho' he's your elder brother.
Enter George.
Geo. Sir, I have no good opinion of this tawn, it's made up of mischief, I think.