Flip. Phu, there's a scruple, indeed. Pray, Madam, don't be so squeamish; tho' the meat be a little flat, we'll find you savoury sauce to it.
Clar. This wench is so mad.
Flip. Why, what in the name of Lucifer, is it you have to do, that's so terrible?
Brass. A civil look only.
Aram. There's no great harm in that.
Flip. An obliging word.
Clar. That one may afford 'em.
Brass. A little smile, a propos.
Aram. That's but giving one's self an air.
Flip. Receive a little letter, perhaps.