LAURETTA.
I’m sure, mamma, his regimentals—
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Damn his regimentals!—Why don’t you listen?
MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
Ay, girl, how durst you interrupt your papa?
LAURETTA.
Well, papa.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Dr. Rosy says he’ll bring—
LAURETTA.
Were blue turned up with red, mamma.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Laury!—says he will bring the young man—
MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
Red! yellow, if you please, miss.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Bridget!—the young man that is to be hired—
MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
Besides, miss, it is very unbecoming in you to want to have the last word with your mamma; you should know—