Mr. Greenfat. Come along then; we want to go into the gallery. A shilling a-piece, indeed! I wonder at your impudence! Why, we paid three and sixpence a head at the door.
Mr. Eelskin. Admission to the gallery is hextra.
Mr. Greenfat. Downright robbery!—I won’t pay a farthing more.
Miss Arabella. See, mamma, water and fire at once!—how droll!
Mrs. Greenfat. Pray be kind enough to take off your hat, sir; my little boy can’t see a bit. Humphy, my dear, hold fast by the railing, and then you won’t lose your place. Oh, Mr. John, how very close and sultry it is!
Mr. Greenfat. What outlandish hussey’s that, eh, John?
Mr. Eelskin. That’s the female juggler, sir.
Miss Theodosia. Are those real knives, do you think, John?
Mr. Eelskin. Oh, no doubt of it; only the edges are blunt to prevent mischief. Who’s this wild-looking man? Oh, this is the male juggler: and now we shall have a duet of juggling!
Mrs. Greenfat. Can you see, Peter?—Bella, my love, can you see? Mr. John, do you take care of Dosee? Well, I purtest I never saw any thing half so wonderful: did you, Mr. Greenfat?