FRANK. I was coming home, for the dew is beginning to fall.
SIMON. (aside) I wish my wages were falling due—I can’t stand this.
FRANK. (patting ADELAIDE’S cheeks) Ah! what a pretty little creature—ah! what is your name, poppet?
ADELA. Adelaide.
FRANK. Ah! my name is Selina Matilda. You found Mr. Mitchell very dull company, didn’t you? Wait a minute—I’ll send him to bed. (shouting) Philomel! Philomel! (aside to SIMON, and giving him a sly punch) Why don’t you answer, you brute?
SIMON. Oh, is that me?
FRANK. Go to bed, my cherished love. (aside to him) Be off, you beast! (aloud) I will assist you as far as your chamber. Come, dear love. (raising SIMON from chair)
SIMON. (aside to him) Do you mean it?
FRANK. Of course I do. (kicking him slyly) Idiot!
SIMON. Oh! I say, that hurts, you know.