fore us too, as well as e'er a hoop-petticoat or long ruffles of them all.
With. Tremble before you! ha, ha, ha! (to Agnes) Who would tremble before thee dost thou think?
Ag. No despicable man perhaps: What think you of your favourite, Harwood?
With. Poo, poo, poo! he is pleased with thee as an amusing and good natured creature, and thou thinkest he is in love with thee, forsooth.
Ag. A good natured creature! he shall think me a vixen and be pleased with me.
With. No, no, not quite so far gone, I believe.
Ag. I'll bet you two hundred pounds that it is so. If I win you shall pay it to Mariane for wedding trinkets, and if you win you may build a couple of alms-houses.
With. Well, be it so. We shall see, we shall see.
Mar. Indeed we shall see you lose your bet, uncle.
With. to Mar. Yes, baggage, I shall have your prayers against me I know.
Enter Servant, and announces Mr. Opal. Enter Opal.
Op. to Mar. I hope I have the pleasure of seeing Miss Withrington well this morning. (Bows distantly to Withrington, and still more so to Agnes, after the manner of Sir Loftus.)
