No. 3: DUET. — NANNA and THORA.
THORA.
Oh, my goodness, here’s the nobility!
NANNA.
Gracious me, how very embarrassing!
THORA.
We’re such every day gentility — Bless me, how exceedingly harassing!
NANNA.
Pray, you pardon us! Don’t be hard on us!
THORA.
Most confusing you regard on us!
BOTH.
Never was I so dazed, I think! Into the ground I’d like to sink.
THORA.
Can’t you see they’re high society?
NANNA.
Don’t they sneer like people of quality?
THORA.
If we seem to lack propriety, Pray forgive our silly frivolity!
NANNA.
Treat with charity Our vulgarity —
THORA.
’Twixt us there’s so much disparity.
BOTH.
Very superior persons, you! Gracious goodness, what shall we do?