WOFF. What! because the poor thing can’t laugh at your comedy?
TRIP. No ma’am, but she laughs at nothing.
WOFF. Try her with one of your tragedies!
MRS. T. I am sure, James, if I don’t laugh, it is not for the want of the will. (Dolefully) I used to be a very hearty laugher; but I haven’t laughed this two years (Woffington leads Mrs. T. to chair).
WOFF. Oh, you haven’t, haven’t you? Then the next two years you shall do nothing else.
TRIP. Oh, madam, that passes the talent even of the great comedian.
BOY. She is not a comedy lady.
WOFF. Hallo!
BOY. You don’t ever cry, pretty lady.