Jenny. Ay, so it will: and to-morrow you know at the masquerade. And then!—--hey! Oh, I'll have a husband! ay, marry, &c.
[Exit singing.
Myr. So, Sir! am not I very commode to you?
Count Bas. Well, child, and don't you find your account in it? did not I tell you we might still be of use to one another?
Myr. Well, but how stands your affair with Miss, in the main?
Count Bas. O she's mad for the masquerade! it drives like a nail, we want nothing now but a parson, to clinch it. Did not your aunt say she could get one at a short warning?
Myr. Yes, yes, my Lord Townly's chaplain is her cousin, you know; he'll do your business and mine, at the same time.
Count Bas. O! it's true! but where shall we appoint him?
Myr. Why, you know my Lady Townly's house is always open to the masques upon a ball-night, before they go to the Hay-market.
Count Bas. Good.