Soph. What do you mean, nurse?
Nurse. I must not tell you, my dear young lady; it is not proper that you should know any thing of it: but all the servants are joined in a plot, and they'll damp her courage, I warrant ye; they'll scare her finely.
Soph. (skipping and clapping her hands.) O I shall be so glad to have her well scared! And I wish they would steal that nasty dog of her's, for she is kind to no living creature but it.
Nurse. Nay, to give the devil his due, I believe she is growing fond of little Tony?
Soph. Little Tony?
Nurse. Yes indeed. It is strange enough, but the other day as she pass'd thro' the hall, we were all looking sourly enough upon her no doubt, when, what possess'd the child I don't know, but he held out his arms to her and smiled.
Soph. Nasty little toad! to hold out his arms to her!
Nurse. And, would you believe it, she took him in her arms, kiss'd him very kindly, and has taken to him wonderfully ever since.
Soph. And do you think she really loves him?
Nurse. Upon my honest word I do.
Soph. O then, don't let them do any harm to her! don't let them take any revenge upon her! if she love Tony, I would not have her hurt.
Nurse. O but she loves none of the rest; she is as hard as a millstone to the other two. O la! here comes that fine Sir Crafty, as they call him: I won-
