Miss Theodosia. Oh, delightful!—Does he never break his neck?
Mr. Eelskin. Never—it’s insured! Now he descends. How they shoot the maroons at him! Don’t be afeard, lovee, they sha’n’t hurt you. See, Miss, how gracefully he bows to you.—Isn’t it terrific?
Miss Theodosia. Is this all?—I thought it would last for an hour, at least. John, I’m so hungry; I hope papa means to have supper?
Master Peter. Mamma, I’m so hungry.
Master Humphrey. Papa, I’m so dry.
Miss Arabella. Mamma, I want somewhat to eat.
Mrs. Greenfat. Greenfat, my dear, we must have some refreshments.
Mr. Greenfat. Refreshments! where will you get them? All the boxes are full.—Oh, here’s one. Waiter! what, the devil, call this a dish of beef?—It don’t weigh three ounces! Bring half a gallon of stout, and plenty of bread. Can’t we have some water for the children?
Mr. Eelskin. Shouldn’t we have a little wine, sir?—it’s more genteeler.
Mr. Greenfat. Wine, Eelskin, wine!—Bad sherry at six shillings a bottle!—Couldn’t reconcile it to my conscience.—We’ll stick to the stout.