SCENE Sir Francis Gripe's House.
Sir Francis and Miranda meeting.
Miran. Well, Gardee, how did I perform my Dumb Scene?
Sir Fran. To Admiration— Thou dear little Rogue, let me buss thee for it: Nay, adod, I will, Chargee, so muzle, and tuzle, and hug thee; I will, I faith, I will.
(Hugging and Kissing her.
Miran. Nay, Gardee, don't be so lavish; who wou'd Ride Post, when the Journey lasts for Life?
Sir Fran. Ah wag, ah wag— I'll buss thee agen for that.
Miran. Faugh! how he stinks of Tobacco! what a delicate Bedfellow I shou'd have!
(Aside.