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manded reparation of my sister's character by an instant marriage—I was violent—my lord's pride, hurt at a charge, which, perhaps, he did not deserve-a pistol was the umpire—he lost his life, and, in appre

hension that a verdict might endanger mine, I was

compelled to assume the disguise of a woman, to effect my escape.

Lac/c. Bravo! shot a lord! I wing’d a marquis yesterday—poor Rosa ! where is she now?

Henry. I have lodged her in the convent of Villeneuve.

Lack. And have taken the races of Fontainbleau

in your way back to Paris?

Henry. I'll tell you frankly, though you'll say, rather inconsistent with my present situation; I'm,drawn hither purely by the hopes of meeting an amiable young lady, who engaged my conversation at the Sunday opera, in Paris.

Lack. Her name ?—Good family, eh?

Henry. I'm a total stranger to both—talks of her brother's having horses to run, and of their intention of being there at the races.

Lepvche. [Without.] Je n'y manquerai pas. Lack. [Aside] This cursed tailor! now I shall be dunned and pestered !

Enter LAPOCHEB

Lap. Monsieur Lackland, I ville no longer vait for my_

Lack. [Apart to him.] Hush! I'll make your fortune—A customer, rolling in money. Captain, if you're unprovided with neat lodgings, and a good tail0r, here's your man, and there's his house.

Lap. Oh, de new customer! bon—speak de goot vort for me.

Lack. He has good apartments.
Lap. Oh, very goot—Speake more.

/ Lack. I will. [To Larocn This ill-looking .t§ little rascal— [To HENRY. Lap. Much obligé to you. ‘ Lack. [Apart to I'IENRY.] lfyou are slack in cash, [L0ud.] you'll find his lodgings convenient. Lap. Very convenient, because _ Lack. [Apart.] Because when he asks for his momay, you may kick him down stairs. Lap. Much obligé to you, sir. [Bows to LACKLAND. - Lack. [Apart.] My way of doing things. [L0ud.] Wasn’tI a good customer, Lapoche? Lap. Oui, it does a tradesman's heart goot to see you—[Aside.]—-outside of his door. Lack. I paid you eight livres a week, wasn’t it? _ Lap. Oui, monsieur, you did—[Aside.]—promise me dat. - Lack. [Looking] Ladies! Must attend where beauty calls—-[Pulls down his Rz_¢flles.] My dear Henry, at your time, I am yours; from a beef steak to a bottle of burgundy—can't stay now—you know I was always a Philander among he ladies. [E.rit. Lap. Always great ga er among the ladies. Henry. Poor Lackland! Lap. Lately from Londres, mcmsieur? I was vonce great man in Londres; but now I am anoder man. Henry. Another man! what, then, my motley friend, I suppose you have a character for every countr ? yLap. Oui, I have appear in many character, but Londres vas my grand theatre—Ah ! England is de great field of battle for us soldiers of fortune ;- and ven I could no longer fight myevay Henry. Why, then you Lap. Oui, I ran avay. Ah, monsieur ! in. England, I vas high, and I vas low—l vas dit,- and I vas dat‘'.—I vas cook, parfumeur, maitre de langue,juggle,and toos drawer—in short I vas every ling.

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Henry. And pray, my good friend, what are you now ?

Lap. I am now myself, in my true charactere—A tailor, 2. votre service.

Henry. A tailor ! what, and come here to the races of F ontainbleau, to sport your Louis d'ors upon the jockeys of France?

Lap. Non, monsieur, but I am come here to sport de pretty jacket upon de jockeys of France. Ah ! I vill show so fine de green jockey, de blue jockey, and de red jockey !—dey may talk of vip and spur, but de beauty of de race come from my shear and timble.

Henry. Pray, which is your best hotel here?

Lap. Hotel! Ah, monsieur, vy no lodge in my house? ‘So convenient for de single gentilhomme!—_[Aside.] I will not tell him of de lady, my lodger, because I love her myself.

Henry. Well, I don’t know but private lodgings, at this time, may be preferable to the noise and bustle of an hotel.

' Lap. Eh bicn, monsieur, vill you look at my lodgment ?

Henry. With all my heart.

Lap. Je vous attend.—[Calls.] Nannette !——And if you like them, you may send your baggage and little ting after you.--Nanneite! prepare for do new lodger. [Exeunh

Enter Gasonn, and Mas. CassY, from Tavern.

Gag. This way, Sir John—this way, your honour ! Madam, it's Sir John Bull, and'Lady Bull, and Miss Bull, and all the family.

Sir John. [Wit/wut.] I wish, my Lady Bull, you'd let Robin have rolled us up to the door.

Mrs. Casey. I-la! upon my honour, it is Sir John Bull and his lady—this is the truth of an English family.

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.Mrs. Casey. Sir John, you are welcome from Paris.

Sir J. B. Welcome from Paris! [.Mimic/cing.]— Where the devil are you taking us? Such a way, to walk over your damned pavement! '

Lady B. Oh fie, Sir John! Do you consider where you are.’ When English gentlemen come to France, they should leave their dammes at Dover.

Sir J. B. I wish I had left you, or myself there, damme !—what are these fellows doing with the things? _

Lady B. Don’t you see, the gentlemen are porters, Sir John?

Sir J. B. Porters! pickpocl<ets—paid by the ounce: One Thames Street porter, would take the whole seven and their bundles on his knot; here's a proof

Enter Roam, with a very large Trunk.

My trunk, Robin? Rob. Yes, your honour; four of the monsieurs trying to carry it, dropped it in the dirt, yonder. [Puts it dozen. Lady B. Robin, you must immediately find Colonel Epaulette's lodge, and let him know we are arrived. Sir J. B. Yes, when you've taken care of the trunks :—and, d'ye hear, Robin, you'll find Squire Tally-ho there, tell him that I'm come, and that Dolly's longing to see him. [Exit ROBiN.] But where is she? ' Lady B. Ay, where's Dolly Bull ?

Enter Mrss DOLLY BULL.

Miss Dolly B. Here I am, mamma. [To Mns. CAsLY.] Ma’am, pray which is the inn? Lady B. Inn! Hotel, miss, if you please.

Miss Dolly B. Miss! Mademoiselle, if you please,

ma’am.
Sir John B. Aha ! well said Dolly—there was
French upon French.
Lady B. Dear sir, which is the hotel?

[To FRENCH INNKEEPER. Sir J. B. How cursed polite, to a waiter too! only

because he's French. [./Iside. French Innk. Dis vay, mademoiselle—I keep de Lily of France. [Bo-wiug.

Sir J. B. Let's in, I'm plaguy hungry.

French Innk. Ah, monsieur, dc nice Vermecellesoup, de bon ragout, and de grande salade.

Sir J. B. Ragouts! Pshaw!

.Mrs. Casey. D’ye hear, George, carry that big piece of roast beef up to the Lion.

Sir J. B. [Goes to her.] Ay, and carry me up to the Lion, I like to dine in good company :—-Who are you madam?

Jllrs. Casey. I'm Mrs. Casey, at your service, sir; and I keep this house, the Lion of England.

Sir J. B. And are you English?

Mrs. Casey. Yes, thatl am, born in Dublin; an honest Irish woman, upon my honour.

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The British Lion is my sign,

A roaring trade I drive on,
Right English usage, neat French wine,
A landlady must thrive on;

At table d'h6te, to eat and drink,
Let French and English mingle,
And while to me they bring the chink,
’Failh, let the glasses jingle.

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