Sir W. Daughter, you are in general, a very good, dutiful, and obedient child—
Helen. I know it, papa—and was from a child, and I always will be.
Lady W. Allow me, sir Willoughby—you are in general, child, a very headstrong, disobedient, and undutiful daughter.
Helen. I know it, mamma—and was from a child, and always will be.
Lady W. How, madam!—Remember, sir Willoughby—there is a proper medium between too violent a severity, and too gentle a lenity.
Sir W. Zounds, madam, in your own curs’d economy there is no medium—but don’t bawl so, or we shall be overheard.
Lady W. Sir Willoughby, you are very ill I’m sure; but I must now attend to this business, daughter, we have heard that Charles—
Sir W. Lady Worret, my love, let me speak—you know, child, it is the duty of an obedient daughter, to obey her parents.
Helen. I know it, papa, and when I obey you, I am generally obedient.
Lady W. In short, child, I say again, we learn that Charles——