Brass. Pique and repique, you jade you, if the wives will fall into a good intelligence.
Flip. Let them alone; I'll answer for them they don't slip the occasion.——See here they come. They little think what a piece of good news we have for 'em.
Enter Clarissa and Araminta.
Clar. Jessamin! here, boy, carry up these things into my dressing-room, and break as many of them by the way as you can, be sure.——O! art thou there, Brass! What news?
Brass. Madam, I only call'd in as I was going by——But some little propositions Mrs. Flippanta has been starting have kept me here to offer your ladyship my humble service.
Clar. What propositions?
Brass. She'll acquaint you, madam.
Aram. Is there any thing new, Flippanta?
Flip. Yes, and pretty too.
Clar. That follows of course, but let's have it quick.