forget you. Freeman, he must be in the secret.-Wait your master's orders. Rob. I will your honour. Free. Well, Sir, are you convinc'd now? [Exit. Love. Convinc'd? Yes; and I'll be among the scoundrels before night.-You or Robert must contrive some way or other to get me introduc'd to Philip, as one of your cottagers boys out of Essex. Free. Ha, ha, ha! you'll make a fine figure. Lov. They shall make a fine figure. -It must be done this afternoon: walk with me across tke park, and I'll tell you the whole. -My name shall be Jemmy; -and I am come to be a gentleman's servant-and will do my best, and hope to get a good carackter. [Mimicing. Free. But what will you do if you find them rascals? Lov. Discover myself, and blow them all to the devil. Free. Ha, ha, ha!Bravo-Jemmy ha, ha! SCENE, The Park. Duke's Servant. Bravo, [Exeunt, What wretches are ordinary servants, that go on in the same vulgar track every day! eating, working, and sleeping!-But we, who have the honour to serve the nobility, are of another species. We are above the common forms, have servants to wait upon us, and are as lazy and luxurious as our masters.-Ha!-my dear Sir Harry (Enter Sir Harry's Servant) How have you done these thousand years? Sir Har. My Lord Duke! dient servant. -your grace's most obe Duke. Well, baronet, and where have you been? Sir Har. At Newmarket, my Lord. We have had dev'lish fine sport. Duke. And a good appearance, I hear-Pox take it, I should have been there; but our old duchess died, and we were obliged to keep the house, for the decency of the thing. Sir Har, I pick'd up fifteen pieces. Duke. Duke. Psha! a trifle! Sir Har. The viscount's people have been bloodily taken in this meeting. Duke. Credit me, baronet, they know nothing of the turf. Sir Har. I assure you, my lord, they lost every match; for Crab was beat hollow, Careless, threw his rider, and Miss Slammerkin had the distemper. Duke. Ha, ha, ha! I'm glad on't.--Taste this snuff Sir Harry. [Offers bis box. Sir Har. 'Tis good rapee. Duke. Right Strasburgh, I assure you; and of my own importing. Sir Har. Aye! Duke. The city people adulterate it so confoundedly, that I always import my own snuff.-I wish my lord would do the same; but he is so indolent.-When did 'you see the girls? I saw Lady Bab this morning; but 'fore Gad, whether it be love or reading, she look'd as pale as a penitent. Sir Har. I have just had this card from Lovel's people. --(Reads.) "Philip and Mrs Kitty, present their compliments to Sir Harry, and desire the honour of "his company this evening, to be of a smart party, and "eat a bit of supper." Duke. I have the same invitation.-Their master, it seems, is gone to his borough. Sir Har. You'll be with us, my Lord? a blood. -Philip's Duke. A buck of the first head. I'll tell you a secret; he's going to be married. Sir Har. To whom? Duke. To Kitty. Sir Har. No! Duke. Yes; he is; and I intend to cuckold him. Sir Har. Then we may depend upon your Grace for certain. Ha, ha, ha! Duke, If our house breaks up in a tolerable time, I'll be with you. Have you any thing for us? Sir Har. Yes, a little bit of poetry. the Cocoa tree myself till eight. -I must be at Duke, Heigh ho!-I am quite out of spirits-I had a damn'd a damn'd debauch last night, baronet.--Lord Francis, Bob, the bishop, and I, tipt off four bottles of Burgundy a piece.- Ha! there are two fine girls coming! Faith-lady Bab-aye and Lady Charlotte. Sir Har. We'll not join them.. [Takes out bis glass. Duke. O yes--Bab is a fine wench notwithstanding her complexion; though I should be glad she would keep Your English women are damn'd negligent about their teeth. her teeth cleaner. in that particular. Sir Har. My Charlotte! How is your Charlotte Duke. Ay, the world says you are to have her. Sir Har. I own I did keep her company; but we are off my Lord. Duke. How so? Sir Har. Between you and me, she has a plaguy thick pair of legs. Duke. Oh! damn it-that's insufferable. Sir Har. Besides, she's a fool, and miss'd her opportu nity with the old countess. Duke. I am afraid, baronet, you love money.-Rot it, I never save a shilling. Indeed I am sure of a place in the exercise.--Lady Charlotte is to be of the party to night; how do you manage that? Sir Har. Why, we do meet at a third place; are very civil, and look queer, and laugh, and abuse one another, and all that. Duke. A-la-mode, ha !- -Here they are. [They retire. Enter Lady Bab's Maid and Lady Charlotte's Maid. L Bab. Oh, fie, lady Charlotte! you are quite indelicate; I am sorry for your taste. L Char. Well, I say it again, I love Vauxhall. I Bab. O my stars! Why, there's nobody there but filthy citizens. L Char. We were in hopes the raising the price would have kept them out, ha, ha, ha! L Bab. Ha, ha, ha!-Runelor for my money. L Char. Now you talk of Runelow; when did you see the colonel, Lady Bab? L Bab. L Bab. The colonel! I hate the fellow.--He had the assurance to talk of a creature of Gloucestershire before my face. L Char. He is a pretty man for all that.Soldiers, you know, have their mistresses ev'ry where. L Bab. I despise him.--How goes on your affair with the baronet? L Char. The baronet is a stupid wretch, and I shall have nothing to say to him.- You are to be at Lo vel's to-night, lady Bab? L Bab. Unless I alter my mind-I don't admire visit ing these commoners, lady Charlotte. L Char. Oh, but Mrs Kitty has taste. L Bab. She affects it. L Cbar. The duke is fond of her, and he has judge→ ment. L Bub. The duke might shew his judgment much [Holding up ber head. better. -Take L Char. There he is, and the baronet too.. no notice of them.-We'll rally them and by. L Bab. Dall souls! Let us set up a loud laugh, and leave 'eni. L Char. Ay-let us be gone; for the common people do so stare at us-we shall certainly be mobb'd. Both. Ha, ha, ha !——ha, ha, ha! DUKE and Sir HARRY come forward. [Exeunt. Duke. They certainly saw us, and are gone off laughing at us.- -I must follow. Sir Har. No, no. Duke. I must-I must have a party of raillery with them, a bon mot or so. Sir Harry, you'll excuse me. Adieu; I'll be with you in the evening, if possible :— though, hark ye! there is a bill depending in our house, which the ministry make a point of our attending; and sɔ you know, mum! we must nind the stops of the great fiddle.-Adieu. [Exit. Sir Har. What a coxcomb this is! and the fellow can't read. It was but the other day that he was cowboy in the country; then was bound prentice to a periwig.maker, got into my lord dukes family, and now sets up for a fine gentleman: O tempora, O mores! Re-enter Re-enter Duke's Servant. Duke. Sir-Harry, prithee what are we to do at Lovel's when we come there. Sir Har. We shall have the fiddles, I suppose. Duke. The fiddles! I have done with dancing ever since the last fit of the gout. I'll tell you what, my dear boy I positively cannot be with them, unless we have a little[Makes a motion as if with the dice-box. Sir Har. Fie, my lord duke. Duke. Look ye, baronet, I insist on it.Who the devil of any fashion can possibly spend an evening without it! But I shall lose the girls.. How grave you look, ha, ha, ha !—Well, let there be fiddles. Sir Har. But, my dear lord, I shall be quite miserable without you. Duke. Well, I won't be particular; I'll do as the rest do-Tol, lol, lol. [Exit singing and dancing. Sir Har. (solus.) He had the assurance, last winter, to court a tradesman's daughter in the city, with two thousand pounds to her fortune,-and got me to write his love-letters. He pretended to be an ensign in a marching regiment; so wheedled the old folks into consent, and would have carried the girl off, but was unluckily prevented by the washerwoman, who happened to be his first cousin. Enter PHILIP. -Mr Philip, your servant. Phil. You are welcome to England, Sir Harry; I hope you received the card, and will do us the honour of your company. My master is gone into Devonshire. -We'll have a roaring night. Sir Har. I'll certainly wait on you. Phil. The girls will be with us. Sir Har. Is this a wedding-supper, Philip? Phil What do you mean, Sir Harry? Sir Har. The Duke tells me so. Phil. The Duke's a fool. Sir Har. Take care what you say; his grace is a bruiser Phil. I am a pupil of the same academy, and not afraid VOL. III. H of |