Re-enter Mrs. Squeamish.
Mrs. Squeam. I can't find 'em.—Oh, are you here, grandmother? I followed, you must know, my Lady Fidget hither; 'tis the prettiest lodging, and I have been staring on the prettiest pictures—
Re-enter Lady Fidget with a piece of china in her hand, and Horner following.
L. Fid. And I have been toiling and moiling for the prettiest piece of china, my dear.
Horn. Nay, she has been too hard for me, do what I could.
Mrs. Squeam. Oh, lord, I'll have some china too. Good Mr. Horner, don't think to give other people china, and me none; come in with me too.
Horn. Upon my honour, I have none left now.
Mrs. Squeam. Nay, nay, I have known you deny your china before now, but you shan't put me off so. Come.
Horn. This lady had the last there.