MRS. BULKLEY.
Why, sure the girl’s beside herself: an Epilogue of singing,
A hopeful end indeed to such a blest beginning. Besides, a singer in a comic set!—
Excuse me, Ma’am, I know the etiquette. 10
MISS CATLEY.
What if we leave it to the House?
MRS. BULKLEY.
The House!—Agreed.
MISS CATLEY.
Agreed.
MRS. BULKLEY.
And she, whose party’s largest, shall proceed.
And first I hope, you’ll readily agree
I’ve all the critics and the wits for me.
They, I am sure, will answer my commands: 15
Ye candid-judging few, hold up your hands.
What! no return? I find too late, I fear,
That modern judges seldom enter here.