Give it me, Betty, this instant;—ay—this is Mattadore's hand. [opens and reads the letter.] "My dear Circuit—it is with the utmost concern, and confusion, I find myself oblig'd to acquaint you, that notwithstanding all the pains I have taken, the club have thought fit to reject."—Oh! [She faints.]
BETTY.
Bless my soul! my lady is gone!—John! Will! Kitty! run hither this instant.—
Enter two Maids and a Man Servant.
ALL.
What, what's the matter?
BETTY.
Quick! quick! some hartshorn and water [pats her hand.] Madam! madam—
SERVANT.
Here! here! here! [bringing water.]