And here comes pretty Miss Betty, that I believe will never be made a fool of, when she's married.
Miss Betty. No by my troth won't I. What are you talking of my being married, mother?
Lady Head. No, Miss; Mrs. Motherly was only saying what a good wife you wou'd make, when you were so.
Miss Betty. The sooner it is try'd, mother, the sooner it will be known. Lord, here's the colonel, Madam!
Enter Colonel.
Lady Head. Colonel, your servant.
Miss Betty. Your servant, colonel.
Col. Ladies, your most obedient——I hope, Madam, the town air agrees with you?
Lady Head. Mighty well, Sir.