[To them] LORD FROTH.

LORD FROTH. The company are all ready. How now?

BRISK. Zoons! madam, there's my lord. [Softly to her.]

LADY FROTH. Take no notice, but observe me. Now, cast off, and
meet me at the lower end of the room, and then join hands again; I
could teach my lord this dance purely, but I vow, Mr. Brisk, I can't
tell how to come so near any other man. Oh here's my lord, now you
shall see me do it with him. [They pretend to practise part of a
country dance.]

LORD FROTH. Oh, I see there's no harm yet, but I don't like this
familiarity. [Aside.]

LADY FROTH. Shall you and I do our close dance, to show Mr. Brisk?

LORD FROTH. No, my dear, do it with him.

LADY FROTH. I'll do it with him, my lord, when you are out of the
way.

BRISK. That's good, egad, that's good. Deuce take me, I can hardly
hold laughing in his face. [Aside.]

LORD FROTH. Any other time, my dear, or we'll dance it below.

LADY FROTH. With all my heart.