Myr. He only staid for you, Sir: I'll fetch him immediately.
[Exit Myrtilla.
Jenny. Pray, Sir, am not I to take place of Mama, when I am a countess?
Count Bas. No doubt on't, my dear.
Jenny. O lud how her back will be up then, when she meets me at an assembly! or you and I in our coach and six, at Hyde-Park together!
Count Bas. Ay, or when she hears the box-keepers, at an Opera, call out—The Countess of Basset's servants!
Jenny. Well, I say it, that will be delicious! And then, mayhap, to have a fine gentleman with a star and what-d'ye-call-um ribbon, lead me to my chair, with his hat under his arm all the way! Hold up, says the chairman, and so, says I, my Lord, your humble servant. I suppose, Madam, says he, we shall see you at my Lady Quadrille's! Ay, ay, to be sure, my Lord, says I——So in swops me, with my hoop stuff'd up to my forehead! and away they trot, swing! swang! with my tassels dangling, and my flambeaux blazing, and——Oh! it's a charming thing to be a woman of quality!
Count Bas. Well, I see that plainly, my dear, there's ne'er a Dutchess of 'em all will become an equipage like you.
Jenny. Well, well, do you find equipage, and I'll find airs, I warrant you.
[Sings.