Lady Head. With all my heart, child.
Col. She's a very pretty civil sort of woman, Madam, and miss will be very happy in having such a companion in the house with her.
Miss Betty. So I shall indeed, Sir, and I love her dearly already, we are growing very great together.
Lady Head. But what's become of your brother, child? I han't seen him these two hours, where is he?
Miss Betty. Indeed, mother, I don't know where he is; I saw him asleep about half an hour ago by the kitchen fire.
Col. Must not he go to the play too?
Lady Head. Yes, I think he shou'd go, tho' he'll be weary on't, before it's half done.
Miss Betty. Weary? yes; and then he'll sit, and yawn, and stretch like a grayhound by the fire-side, 'till he does some nasty thing or other, that they'll turn him out of the house, so it's better to leave him at home.
Mrs. Moth. O, that were pity, Miss. Plays will enliven him——see, here he comes, and my niece with him.