Sir Fran. No, no, Hussy; you have the Green Pip already, I'll have no more Apothecary's Bills.
(Goes towards the Chimney.
Miran. Hold, hold, hold, dear Gardee, I have a, a, a, a, a Monkey shut up there; and if you open it before the Man comes that is to tame it, 'tis so wild 'twill break all my China, or get away, and that wou'd break my Heart; for I am fond on't to Distraction, next thee, dear Gardee.
(In a flattering Tone.
Sir Fran. Well, well, Chargee, I wont open it; she shall have her Monkey, poor Rogue; here throw this Peel out of the Window.
(Exit Scentwell.
Marpl. A Monkey, dear Madam, let me see it; I can tame a Monkey as well as the best of them all. Oh how I love the little Minatures of Man.
Miran. Be quiet, Mischief, and stand farther from the Chimney— You shall not see my Monkey—why sure—
(Striving with him.
Marpl. For Heaven's sake, dear Madam, let me but peep, to see if it be as pretty as my Lady Fiddle-Faddle's. Has it got a Chain?