Enter Squire Humphry and Martilla.
Col. Your servant, Sir; you come in good time, the ladies are all going to the play, and wanted you to help to gallant them.
Squire Humph. And so 'twill be nine o'clock, before one shall get any supper.
Miss Betty. Supper! why your dinner is not out of your mouth yet, at least 'tis all about the brims of it. See how greasy his chops is, mother.
Lady Head. Nay, if he han't a mind to go, he need not. You may stay here 'till your father comes home from the parliament-house, and then you may eat a broil'd bone together.
Miss Betty. Yes, and drink a tankard of strong beer together; and then he may tell you all he has been doing in the parliament-house, and you may tell him all you have been thinking of when you were asleep, in the kitchen: and then if you'll put it all down in writing, when we come from the play, I'll read it to the company.
Squire Humph. Sister, I don't like your joaking, and you are not a well-behav'd young woman; and altho' my mother encourages you, my thoughts are, you are not too big to be whipt.
Miss Betty. How, sirrah?
Squire Humph. There's a civil young gentlewoman stands there, is worth a hundred of you. And I believe she'll be married before you.
Miss Betty. Cots my life, I have a good mind to pull your eyes out.