[Exit Sir Francis.
Enter Mrs. Motherly.
Moth. Madam, my Lady desires you and the Count will please to come and assist her fancy in some of the laces.
Count Bas. We'll wait upon her—
[Exit Mrs. Motherly.
Jenny. So! I told you how it was! you see she can't bear to leave us together.
Count Bas. No matter, my dear: you know she has ask'd me to stay supper: so when your papa and she are a-bed, Mrs. Myrtilla will let me into the house again; then you may steal into her chamber, and we'll have a pretty sneaker of punch together.
Myr. Ay, ay, Madam, you may command me any thing.
Jenny. Well! that will be pure!
Count Bas. But you had best go to her alone, my life: it will look better if I come after you.