Mrs. Greenfat. Oh, goodness, how I’m squeedged. Pray don’t push so, sir—I’m astonished at your rudeness, mam! You’ve trod on my corn, and lamed me for the evening!
Mr. Greenfat. Sir, how dare you suffer your wife to tread on my wife’s toes?
Master Peter. My stars, sister, he’s got a bagginette on his nose!
Mrs. Greenfat. Mr. John, will you put little Humphy on your shoulder, and show him the fant-oh-see-ne?
Master Humphrey. I can see now, mamma; there’s Punch and Judy, mamma! Oh, my! how well they do dance!
Mr. Greenfat. I can see this in the streets for nothing.
Mrs. Greenfat. Yes, Mr. Greenfat, but not in such good company!
Mr. Eelskin. This, my beautiful Theodosia, is the musical temple; it’s very elegant—only it never plays. Them paintings on the walls were painted by Mungo Parke and Hingo Jones; the archatechture of this room is considered very fine!
Master Peter. Oh, I’m so hot. (Bell rings.)
Mr. Eelskin. That’s for the hyder-hawlics. We’d better go into the gallery, and then the ladies won’t be in the crowd.