Squ. Rich. What! the Humber! Hoy day! why does our River run to this Tawn, Feather?
Sir Fran. Pooh! you silly Tony! Ombre is a geam at cards, that the better sort of people play three together at.
Squ. Rich. Nay the moare the merrier, I say; but Sister is always so cross grain'd——
Jenny. Lord! this Boy is enough to deaf people——and one has really been stuft up in a Coach so long, that——Pray Madam——could not I get a little powder for my hair?
Myr. If you please to come along with me, Madam.
[Exeunt Myr. and Jenny.
Squ. Rich. What, has Sister ta'en her away naw! mess, I'll go and have a little game with 'em.
[Ex. after them.
Lady Wrong. Well, Count, I hope you won't so far change your lodgings, but you will come, and be at home here sometimes?
Sir Fran. Ay, ay! pr'ythee come and take a bit of mutton with us, naw and tan, when thouh'st nowght to do.