Myr. Well, madam, and now pray how stand matters at home here? What has the Count done with the ladies?
Moth. Why every thing he has a mind to do, by this time, I suppose. He is in as high favour with Miss, as he is with my Lady.
Myr. Pray, where are the ladies?
Moth. Rattling abroad in their own coach, and the well-bred Count along with them: they have been scouring all the shops in town over, buying fine things and new clothes from morning to night: they have made one voyage already, and have brought home such a cargo of bawbles and trumpery——mercy on the poor man that's to pay for them!
Myr. Did not the young Squire go with them!
Moth. No, no; Miss said, truly he would but disgrace their party: so they even left him asleep by the kitchen fire.
Myr. Has he not asked after me all this while? for I had a sort of an assignation with him.
Moth. O yes! he has been in a bitter taking about it. At last his disappointment grew so uneasy, that he fairly fell a crying; so to quiet him, I sent one of the maids and John Moody abroad with him to shew him——the lions and the Monument. Ods me! there he is, just come home again——you may have business with him——so I'll even turn you together.
Enter Squire Richard.
Squ. Rich. Soah! soah! Mrs. Myrtilla, where han yow been aw this day, forsooth?