'Sure never were seen two such beautiful Ponies;
Other Horses are Clowns—and these macaronies,
Nay to give 'em this Title, I'm sure isn't wrong,
Their Legs are so slim—and their Tails are so long.
CRABTREE. There Ladies—done in the smack of a whip and on Horseback too.
SURFACE. A very Phoebus, mounted—indeed Sir Benjamin.
SIR BENJAMIN. Oh dear Sir—Trifles—Trifles.
Enter LADY TEAZLE and MARIA
MRS. CANDOUR. I must have a Copy—
LADY SNEERWELL. Lady Teazle—I hope we shall see Sir Peter?
LADY TEAZLE. I believe He'll wait on your Ladyship presently.
LADY SNEERWELL. Maria my love you look grave. Come, you sit down to Piquet with Mr. Surface.
MARIA. I take very little Pleasure in cards—however, I'll do as you Please.