Sir _Fran._ Only naw and tan, he--he stonds a leetle too much upon ceremony; that's his fault. _Man._ O never fear! he'll mend that every day----Mercy on us! what a head he has! Sir _Fran._ So! here they come! _Enter Lady ~Wronghead~, Count ~Basset~, and Mrs. ~Motherly~._ Lady _Wrong._ Cousin _Manly_! this is infinitely obliging! I am extremely glad to see you. _Man._ Your most obedient Servant, Madam; I am glad to see your Ladyship look so well, after your Journey. Lady _Wrong._ Why really! coming to _London_ is apt to put a little more life in one's looks. _Man._ Yet the way of living here, is very apt to deaden the complexion----and give me leave to tell you, as a friend, Madam, you are come to the worst place in the world, for a good woman to grow better in. Lady _Wrong._ Lord, Cousin! how should people ever make any figure in life, that are always moap'd up in the country? Count _Bas._ Your Ladyship certainly takes the thing in a quite right light, Madam: Mr. _Manly_, your humble Servant----a hem. _Man._ Familiar Puppy. [_Aside._] Sir, your most obedient----I must be civil to the Rascal, to cover my suspicion of him. [_Aside._ Count _Bas._ Was you at _White_'s this morning, Sir? _Man._ Yes, Sir, I just call'd in. Count _Bas._ Pray--what--was there any thing done there? _Man._ Much as usual, Sir; the same daily carcases, and the same crows about them. Count _Bas._ The _Demoivre_-Baronet had a bloody tumble yesterday. _Man._ I hope, Sir, you had your share of him. Count _Bas._ No, faith! I came in when it was all over----I think I just made a couple of Bets with him, took up a cool hundred, and so went to the _King's Arms_. Lady _Wrong._ What a genteel, easy manner he has! [_Aside._ _Man._ A very hopeful acquaintance I have made here. [_Aside._ _Enter Squire ~Richard~, with a wet brown Paper on his face._ Sir _Fran._ How naw, _Dick_! what's the matter with thy forehead, Lad? Squ. _Rich._ I ha' gotten a knuck upon't. Lady _Wrong._ And how did you come by it, you heedless creature? Squ. _Rich._ Why, I was but running after sister, and t'other young woman, into a little room just naw: and so with that, they flapt the door full in my feace, and gave me such a whurr here--I thought they had beaten my brains out! so I gut a dab of wet brown paper here, to swage it a while. Lady _Wrong._ They serv'd you right enough! will you never have done with your horse-play? Sir _Fran._ Pooh! never heed it, Lad! it will be well by to-morrow--the Boy has a strong head! _Man._ Yes, truly, his skull seems to be of a comfortable thickness. [_Aside._ Sir _Fran._ Come, _Dick_, here's Cousin _Manly_----Sir, this is your God-son.