Lady Answ. I'm sure 'tis time for honest folks to be abed.
Miss. Indeed my eyes draw straws.
She's almost asleep.
Neverout. Why, miss, if you fall asleep, somebody may get a pair of gloves.
Col. I'm going to the land of Nod.
Neverout. Faith, I'm for Bedfordshire.
Lady Smart. I'm sure I shall sleep without rocking.
Neverout. Miss, I hope you'll dream of your sweetheart.
Miss. O, no doubt of it: I believe I shan't be able to sleep for dreaming of him.
Col. [to Miss.] Madam, shall I have the honour to escort you?
Miss. No, colonel, I thank you; my mamma has sent her chair and footmen. Well, my lady Smart, I'll give you revenge whenever you please.
Footman comes in.
Footman. Madam, the chairs are waiting.
They all take their chairs, and go off.
