Tony. That's a damned confounded—crack.
Mrs. Hard. Ah! he's a sly one. Don't you think they're like each other about the mouth, Mr. Hastings? The Blenkinsop mouth to a T. They're of a size too. Back to back, my pretties, that Mr. Hastings may see you. Come, Tony.
Tony. You had as good not make me, I tell you.
Measuring.
Miss Nev. O lud! he has almost cracked my head.
Mrs. Hard. O, the monster! For shame, Tony. You a man, and behave so!
Tony. If I'm a man, let me have my fortin. Ecod, I'll not be made a fool of no longer.
Mrs. Hard. Is this, ungrateful boy, all that I'm to get for the pains I have taken in your education? I that have rocked you in your cradle, and fed that pretty mouth with a spoon! Did not I work that waistcoat, to make you genteel? Did not I prescribe for you every day, and weep while the receipt was operating?
Tony. Ecod! you had reason to weep, for you have been dosing me ever since I was born. I have gone through every receipt in the Complete Huswife ten times over; and you have thoughts of coursing me through Quincy next spring. But, ecod! I tell you, I'll not be made a fool of no longer.
Mrs. Hard. Wasn't it all for your good, viper? Wasn't it all for your good?