Mrs. Moth. On my conscience he's ready to cry; this is matter to think of: but here comes Sir Francis.
[Aside.
Enter Sir Francis.
How do you do, Sir? I'm afraid these late parliament hours won't agree with you.
Sir Fran. Indeed, I like them not, Mrs. Motherly; if they wou'd dine at twelve o'clock, as we do in the country, a man might be able to drink a reasonable bottle between that and supper-time.
Mrs. Moth. That wou'd be much better indeed, Sir Francis.
Sir Fran. But then when we consider that what we undergo, is in being busy for the good of our country,——O, the good of our country is above all things; what a noble and glorious thing it is, Mrs. Motherly, that England can boast of five hundred zealous gentlemen, all in one room, all of one mind, upon a fair occasion, to go altogether by the ears for the good of their country!—--Humphry, perhaps you'll be a senator in time, as your father is now; and when you are, remember your country; spare nothing for the good of your country! and when you come home, at the end of the sessions, you will find yourself so adored, that your country will come and dine with you every day in the week. O, here's my uncle Richard.
Enter Uncle Richard.
Mrs. Moth. I think, Sir, I had better get you a mouthful of something to stay your stomach 'till supper.
[Exit.