Col. Headpiece! Cotso, I know 'em a little. I met with 'em at a race in the country two years since; a sort of blockhead, is not he?
Mart. So they say.
Col. His wife seem'd a mettlesome gentlewoman, if she had but a fair field to range in.
Mart. That she won't want now, for they stay in town the whole winter.
Col. Oh that will do to shew all her parts in.
Enter Mrs. Motherly.
How do you do, my old acquaintance?
Mrs. Moth. At your service, you know, always colonel.
Col. I hear you have got good company in the house.