Ash. Do'e, Lady Nelly, do'e be kind hearted to the young loviers.—Remember how I used to let thee zit up all night a sweethearting.
Lady H. Silence! and have you dared to consent?
[To Sir Abel.
Sir Abel. Oh, no, my Lady!
Handy, jun. Sir, you had better cry—"Hem."
Sir Abel. I think it's time, Bob—Hem!
Handy, jun. Hem!
Lady H. What do you mean by—Hem!
Sir Abel. Only, my dear, something troublesome I want to get rid of—Hem!
Enter Gerald.