Miss _Betty._ Mama, it is not that I am angry at any thing he says to commend _Martilla_, for I wish she were to be marry'd to-morrow, that I might have a dance at her wedding; but what need he abuse me for? I wish the lout had mettle enough to be in love with her, she'd make pure sport with him. [_Aside._] Does your Heaviness find any inclinations moving towards the lady you admire----Speak! are you in love with her? Squire _Humph._ I am in love with nobody; and if any body be in love with me, mayhap they had as good be quiet. Miss _Betty._ Hold your tongue, I'm quite sick of you. Come, _Martilla_, you are to go to the play with us. _Mart._ Am I, Miss? I am ready to wait upon you. Lady _Head._ I believe it's time we should be going; Colonel, is not it? _Col._ Yes, Madam, I believe it is. Lady _Head._ Come, then; who is there? _Enter Servant._ Is the coach at the door? _Serv._ It has been there this hafe haur, so please your Ladyship. Miss _Betty._ And are all the people in the street gazing at it, _Tom_? _Serv._ That are they, Madam; and _Roger_ has drank so much of his own beveridge, that he's even as it were gotten a little drunk. Lady _Head._ Not so drunk, I hope, but that he can drive us? _Serv._ Yes, yes, Madam, he drives best when he's a little upish. When _Roger_'s head turns, raund go the wheels, i'faith. Miss _Betty._ Never fear, Mama, as long as it's to the playhouse, there's no danger. Lady _Head._ Well, daughter, since you are so courageous, it shan't be said I make any difficulty; and if the Colonel is so gallant, to have a mind to share our danger, we have room for him, if he pleases. _Col._ Madam, you do me a great deal of honour, and I'm sure you give me a great deal of pleasure. Miss _Betty._ Come, dear Mama, away we go. [_Exeunt all but ~Squire~, ~Martilla~, and Mrs. ~Motherly~._ Squire _Humph._ I did not think you would have gone. [_To ~Martilla~._ _Mart._ O, I love a play dearly. [_Exit._ Mrs. _Moth._ I wonder, Squire, that you wou'd not go to the play with 'em. Squire _Humph._ What needed _Martilla_ have gone? they were enough without her. Mrs. _Moth._ O, she was glad to go to divert herself; and besides, my Lady desired her to go with them. Squire _Humph._ And so I am left alone. Mrs. _Moth._ Why, wou'd you have car'd for her company? Squire _Humph._ Rather than none. Mrs. _Moth._ On my conscience he's ready to cry; this is matter to think of: but here comes Sir _Francis_. [_Aside._ _Enter Sir ~Francis~._ How do you do, Sir? I'm afraid these late parliament hours won't agree with you.