Lady _Head._ The new coach is all spoil'd. Miss _Betty._ The glasses are all to bits. Lady _Head._ _Roger_ has put out his arm. Miss _Betty._ Would he had put out his neck, for making us lose the play. Squire _Humph._ Poor _Martilla_ has scratch'd her little finger. Lady _Head._ And here's the poor Colonel; nobody asks what he has done. I hope, Sir, you have got no harm? _Col._ Only a little wounded with some pins I met with about your Ladyship. Lady _Head._ I am sorry any thing about me should do you harm. _Col._ If it does, Madam, you have that about you, if you please, will be my cure. I hope your Ladyship feels nothing amiss? Lady _Head._ Nothing at all, tho' we did roll about together strangely. _Col._ We did, indeed. I'm sure we roll'd so, that my poor hands were got once----I don't know where they were got. But her Ladyship I see will pass by slips. [_Aside._ Sir _Fran._ It wou'd have been pity the colonel shou'd have receiv'd any damage in his services to the Ladies; he is the most complaisant man to e'm, uncle; always ready when they have occasion for him. Unc. _Rich._ Then I believe, nephew, they'll never let him want business. Sir _Fran._ O, but they shou'd not ride the free horse to death neither. Come, colonel, you'll stay and drink a bottle, and eat a little supper with us, after your misfortune? _Col._ Sir, since I have been prevented from attending the ladies to the play, I shall be very proud to obey their commands here at home. Sir _Fran._ A prodigious civil gentleman, uncle; and yet as bold as _Alexander_ upon occasion. Unc. _Rich._ Upon a lady's occasion. Sir _Fran._ Ha, ha, you're a wag, uncle; but I believe he'd storm any thing. Unc. _Rich._ Then I believe your citadel may be in danger. [_Aside._ Sir _Fran._ Uncle, won't you break your rule for once, and sup from home? Unc. _Rich._ The company will excuse me, nephew, they'll be freer without me; so good night to them and you. Lady _Head._ Good night to you, Sir, since you won't stay: Come, colonel. Unc. _Rich._ Methinks this facetious colonel is got upon a pretty, familiar, easy foot already with the family of the _Headpieces_--hum. [_Aside._ _Exit._ Sir _Fran._ Come, my Lady, let's all in, and pass the evening chearfully. And, d'ye hear, wife----a word in your ear----I have got a promise of a place in court, of a thousand a year, he, hem. [_Exeunt._ +ACT+ IV. +SCENE+ I. _Enter Lady ~Arabella~, as just up, walking pensively to her Toilet, follow'd by Trusty._