Lady Head. Hold, Miss, hold, don't be in such a passion, neither.
Miss Betty. Mama, it is not that I am angry at any thing he says to commend Martilla, for I wish she were to be marry'd to-morrow, that I might have a dance at her wedding; but what need he abuse me for? I wish the lout had mettle enough to be in love with her, she'd make pure sport with him. [Aside.] Does your Heaviness find any inclinations moving towards the lady you admire——Speak! are you in love with her?
Squire Humph. I am in love with nobody; and if any body be in love with me, mayhap they had as good be quiet.
Miss Betty. Hold your tongue, I'm quite sick of you. Come, Martilla, you are to go to the play with us.
Mart. Am I, Miss? I am ready to wait upon you.
Lady Head. I believe it's time we should be going; Colonel, is not it?
Col. Yes, Madam, I believe it is.
Lady Head. Come, then; who is there?
Enter Servant.
Is the coach at the door?