Enter Hostess, Charles, Maria, and Cook.
Hostess to Maria) If the gentry in
the Lion should want beds, shew them number 9.
Maria) Yes Mistress.— EXIT Maria
Hostess to Cook) If their Honours
in the Moon ask for the bill of fare, give it them.
Cook) I wull, I wull. EXIT Cook.
Hostess to Charles) If their Ladyships in the Sun
ring their
Bell—answerit.
Charles) Yes Madam. EXEUNT Severally.
Scene changes to the moon,
and discovers Popgun and Pistoletta.
Pistoletta) Pray papa how far is it to London?
Popgun) My Girl, my Darling, my favourite
of all my Children, who art the picture of thy poor
Mother who died two months ago, with whom I am going
to Town to marry to Strephon, and to whom I mean to
bequeath my whole Estate, it wants seven Miles.