Lady H. Danced superbly!
Nan. What a figure.
Tris. I shall soon be out of breath.
Nan. Come, more vigor! come, more vigor!
Tris. This I'm sure will be my death.
Lady H. and Nan. Come, old John, come, old John,
'Tis we who ask, so come along.
Tris. This is too much! I, old John? What I?
(All run off stage dancing, Tristan between the two ladies, who drag him.)
Curtain.