Moth. Only a niece of mine, Madam, that lives with me: she will be proud to give your Ladyship any assistance in her power.
Lady Wrong. A pretty sort of a woman.——Jenny, you two must be acquainted.
Jenny. O, Mama! I am never strange, in a strange place!
[Salutes Myrtilla.
Myr. You do me a great deal of honour, Madam——Madam, your Ladyship's welcome to London.
Jenny. Mama! I like her prodigiously! she call'd me my Ladyship.
Squ. Rich. Pray mother, mayn't I be acquainted with her too!
Lady Wrong. You, you clown! stay 'till you learn a little more breeding first.
Sir Fran. Od's heart! my Lady Wronghead! why do you balk the lad? how should he ever learn breeding, if he does not put himself forward?