Lady Wrong. Lord, Cousin! how should people ever make any figure in life, that are always moap'd up in the country?
Count Bas. Your Ladyship certainly takes the thing in a quite right light, Madam: Mr. Manly, your humble Servant——a hem.
Man. Familiar Puppy. [Aside.] Sir, your most obedient——I must be civil to the Rascal, to cover my suspicion of him.
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Count Bas. Was you at White's this morning, Sir?
Man. Yes, Sir, I just call'd in.
Count Bas. Pray—what—was there any thing done there?
Man. Much as usual, Sir; the same daily carcases, and the same crows about them.
Count Bas. The Demoivre-Baronet had a bloody tumble yesterday.
Man. I hope, Sir, you had your share of him.