Handy, jun. Order! you mistake—
Sir Abel. No, he don't—she generally prefers that word.
Miss B. Adieu! Sir Abel.
[Exeunt Miss Blandford and Handy, jun.
Sir Abel. Oh! if my wife had such a pretty way with her mouth.
Dame. And how does Susan look?
Ash. That's what I do want to know, zoa come along—Woo ye though—Missus, let's behave pratty—Zur if you pleaze, Dame and I will let you walk along wi' us.
Sir Abel. How condescending! Oh, you are a pretty behaved fellow!
[Exeunt.