Ag. Come, come, get your hat then, and let us go. (Aside, while he goes to the bottom of the stage for his hat.) Bless me! I have forgot to be ill-humour'd all this time. [Exit, hastily.
Har. (Coming forward) Gone for her shawl, I suppose,. How delightful she is! how pleasant every change of her countenance! How happy must his life be, spent even in cares and toil, where leisure hours are cheer'd with such a creature as this!
Ag. (Without, in an angry voice) Dont tell me so: I know very well how it is, and you shall smart for it too, you lazy, careless, impudent fellow! And, besides all this, how dare you use my kitten so?
Har. (Who listened with a rueful face) Well, now, but this is humanity: she will not have a creature ill used.—I wish she would speak more gently though.
Ag. (Entering.) Troublesome, provoking, careless fellow!
Har. It is very provoking in him to use the poor kitten ill.
Ag. So it is; but it is more provoking still to mislay my clogs, as he does.
Enter Servant, with clogs.
Ser. Here they are, madam.
Ag. Bring them here, I say, (looks at them.) These are Miss Withrington's clogs, you blockhead! (Throws them to the other side of the stage in