I have sent for that piece of music from London.
_Mr.H_.The Mozart _( seeing MELESINDA)_--Melesinda! _Several Ladies at once_.

Nay, positively, Melesinda, you shan't engross him all to yourself.
[_While the ladies are pressing about MR.

H., the gentlemen show signs of displeasure_.
_1st Gent_.

We shan't be able to edge in a word, now this coxcomb is come.
_2d Gent_.

Damn him, I will affront him.
_1st Gent_.