Roys. What is the matter with this pastern,
E. have suspeeted that a dog bred up on pur-
R. Thomas? it looks as if it were rubbed—(Stops short again, and looks at her with astonishment as she goes on talking,)
E. pose for a lady of quality, should be all over so? nasty creature! It had spots upon its back as large as my watch. (Taking up her watch.) O la! I am half an hour after my time. My mantua-maker is waiting for me. Good morning, sir.
[Exit, hastily.
Roys. (Looking after her.) Clack, clack, clack, clack! What a devil of a tongue she has got! 'Faith! George shall have her, and I'll e'en ask the place for myself. (Looking out.) But there is company in the garden! I'll go and join them. [Exit to the garden.
ACT III.— SCENE I.
Mr. Withrington's house. A loud laughing without. Enter Royston, in a great rage.
Roys. Ay, ay, laugh away, laugh away, madam, you'll weep by-and-by, mayhap. (Pauses and listens, laughing still heard.) What an infernal noise the jade makes. I wish she had a peck of chaff in her mouth, I am sure it is wide enough to hold it.
