John Moody. Why you ha' had it, ever since your Worship were High Sheriff.
Sir Fran. Why then go and see what Doll has got us for supper—and come and get off my boots.
[Exit Sir Fran.
Lady Wrong. In the mean time, Miss, do you step to Handy, and bid her get me some fresh night-clothes.
[Exit Lady Wrong.
Jenny. Yes, Mamma, and some for myself too.
[Exit Jenny.
Squ. Rich. Ods-flesh! and what mun I do all alone?
I'll e'en seek out where t'other pretty Miss is, And she and I'll go play at cards for kisses.