Unc. Rich. Nor I neither upon my faith, nephew: but you have been down at the house since you made your court, have not you?
Sir Fran. O yes; I would not neglect the house for ever so much.
Unc. Rich. And what might they have done there to-day, I pray?
Sir Fran. Why truly, uncle, I cannot well tell what they did. But I'll tell you what I did: I happen'd to make a little sort of a mistake.
Unc. Rich. How was that?
Sir Fran. Why you must know, uncle, they were all got into a sort of a hodge-podge argument for the good of the nation, which I did not well understand; however I was convinced, and so resolved to vote aright according to my conscience; but they made such a puzzling business on't, when they put the question, as they call it, that, I believe, I cry'd Ay, when I should have cry'd No; for a sort of a Jacobite that sat next me, took me by the hand, and said, Sir, you are a man of honour, and a true Englishman, and I shou'd be glad to be better acquainted with you, and so he pull'd me along with the croud into the lobby with him, when I believe I should have staid where I was.
Unc. Rich. And so, if you had not quite made your fortune before, you have clench'd it now. Ah, thou head of the Headpieces! [Aside.] How now, what's the matter here?
Enter Lady Headpiece, &c. in disorder, some dirty, some lame, some bloody.
Sir Fran. Mercy on us! they are all kill'd.
Miss Betty. Not for a thousand pounds; but we have been all down in the dirt together.