Sir Fran. A prodigious civil gentleman, uncle; and yet as bold as Alexander upon occasion.
Unc. Rich. Upon a lady's occasion.
Sir Fran. Ha, ha, you're a wag, uncle; but I believe he'd storm any thing.
Unc. Rich. Then I believe your citadel may be in danger.
[Aside.
Sir Fran. Uncle, won't you break your rule for once, and sup from home?
Unc. Rich. The company will excuse me, nephew, they'll be freer without me; so good night to them and you.
Lady Head. Good night to you, Sir, since you won't stay: Come, colonel.
Unc. Rich. Methinks this facetious colonel is got upon a pretty, familiar, easy foot already with the family of the Headpieces—hum.
[Aside. Exit.