Lady Wrong. Miss Jenny! don't you see your cousin, Child?
Man. And for thee, my pretty Dear—[Salutes her.] may'st thou be, at least, as good a woman as thy mother.
Jenny. I wish I may ever be so handsome, Sir.
Man. Hah! Miss Pert! Now that's a thought, that seems to have been hatcht in the girl on this side Highgate.
[Aside.
Sir Fran. Her tongue is a little nimble, Sir.
Lady Wrong. That's only from her country education, Sir Francis. You know she has been kept too long there——so I brought her to London, Sir, to learn a little more reserve and modesty.
Man. O, the best place in the world for it—every woman she meets will teach her something of it——There's the good gentlewoman of the house, looks like a knowing person; even she perhaps will be so good as to shew her a little London behaviour.
Moth. Alas, Sir, Miss won't stand long in need of my instructions.