_Mrs. Dig._ O pray, Mr. Diggerty, be quiet, and don’t interrupt me.--Well, but, brother, as I was saying, it was imminsely entertaining to hear the awkward city creatures whisper and give their vardee upon me, in their city manner--Lord, is this the handsome Irishwoman?--the famous Irish toast? the celebrated Mrs. Diggerty--ha!--I don’t think she is so handsome, says one--hum!--well enough, says another, only I don’t like her nose--pray, doesn’t she squint? says a third--O yes, she certainly squints, says a fourth--and she is a little crooked--but she is genteel--O yes, yes, the city creatures all allowed I was genteel. _O’Dogh._ O yes, yes, to be sure they all allowed she was genteel. _Mrs. Dig._ But, brother--O Lud! I had like to have forgot--do you know that the Count is one of the prettiest poets in England, aye, or in Ireland either. _Mush._ O heavens! madam! _Mrs. Dig._ He is, by my honour. _Coun._ I do not doubt the gentleman’s talents in the least, sister. _Mush._ Sir, you are very polite, the lady is pleas’d to rally, that’s all, for my muse is but a smatterer--a slattern--a meer slip-shod lady. _Mrs. Dig._ Do not mind him, brother, what I say is true. He is a mighty pretty poet, and to convince you that he is, I will shew you some verses that he indited upon me, as I was dancing at court--(_Pulls them out_).--Here they are, brother: Count, will you be so obliging as to read them to my brother? _Mush._ Madam, as the sublime bard politely sings, the nod of beauty sways both gods and men, and I obey. Gentlemen, the title will at once let you into the whole of what you are to expect in this little production. “An extempore on the famous Mrs. O’Diggerty’s dancing at court.”--Now attend-- “When beauteous Diggerty leads up the dance “In fair Britannia’s court, “Then ev’ry heart is in a prance, “And longs for Cupid’s sport. “Beaux ogle, and pant and gaze, “Belles envy and sneer, yet praise, “As Venus herself were there; “And prudes agree, it must be she, “It must be she--or Diggerty, “It must be she--or Diggerty, “Or Diggerty, the fair.” [_Bows very low to Mrs._ Diggerty. That’s all, gentlemen, that’s all--only a jeu d’esprit, as I told you; a slight effort of a muse, bound in the silken chains of beauty and delight. [_He bows, she curtsies._ _Coun._ Conceited coxcomb! (_Aside._) _Mush._ And now, madam, I have a favour to beg of you. _Mrs. Dig._ O command it--what is it?