Twi. Pardon me, Madam—I own I am an enthusiast on these occasions—the dignity of blood—
Lady. You have too much, I am sure—do, have a little taken from you.
Twi. Gladly wou'd I lose every drop that fills these plebeian veins, to be enobled by the smallest——
Lady. Pray, Sir, take up your abode in some other place.
Twi. Madam! [Surprised.
Lady. Your behaviour, Sir—
Twi. If my friend had not given me the hint, damn me if I shou'd not think her down right angry. [Aside.
Lady. I can scarce contain my rage at being so laugh'd at. [Aside.
Twi. I'll mention the wig——this is the time—[Aside.] Perhaps you may resent it, Madam—but there is a favour—
Lady. A favour, Sir! is this a time to ask a favour?