Capt. Colonel, I smoke you.
Col. And a fine character you give the ladies of me, to help me.
Capt. I give 'em just the character of you they like, modest and brave. Come, ladies, to business; look to your money, every woman her hand upon her purse.
Miss Betty. Here's mine, captain.
Capt. O the little soft velvet one—and it's as full—Come, Lady Blowse, rattle your dice and away with 'em.
Lady Ara. Six——at all——five to six——Five——Eight——at all again——Nine to eight——Nine——
Enter Sir Francis, and stands gazing at 'em.
Seven's the main——at all for ever.
[Throws out.
Miss Betty. Now, mama, let's see what you can do.