Count Bas. Well, Sir Francis, you shall find I'll make but very little ceremony.
Sir Fran. Why ay naw, that's hearty!
Moth. Will your Ladyship please to refresh yourself, with a dish of tea, after your fatigue? I think I have pretty good.
Lady Wrong. If you please, Mrs. Motherly; but I believe we had best have it above stairs.
Moth. Very well, Madam: it shall be ready immediately.
[Exit Mrs. Motherly.
Lady Wrong. Won't you walk up, Sir?
Sir Fran. Moody!
Count Bas. Shan't we stay for Sir Francis, Madam?
Lady Wrong. Lard! don't mind him! he will come if he likes it.