Sir Dav. Well, your servant. What, nothing to my lady mayoress? You have a great deal of breeding indeed, a great deal! nothing to my lady mayoress?
L. Dunce. My service to her, if you please.
Sir Dav. Well, da, da—the poor fool cries, o' my conscience! adieu, do you hear, farewell. [Exit.
L. Dunce. As well as what I love can make me.
Re-enter Sir Jolly Jumble.
Sir Jol. Madam, is he gone?
L. Dunce. In post-haste, I assure you.
Sir Jol. In troth, and joy go with him!
L. Dunce. Do you then, Sir Jolly, conduct the captain hither, whilst I go and dispose of the family, that we may be private. [Exeunt.
