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Enter LADY BULL and DoLLY,e.rtravagantly
‘ Sir J. B. [Bows ridiculously/.] A-la-mode de Paree! Miss Dolly B. Bless me, papa, what's the matter? . Lady B. What, have you been fighting, Sir John? [Looking at his Farehead. Sir J. B. Fighting! no, my Lady Bull—I got upon Kick~him-Jenny, she threw me off, and broke my head. [Eying them curiously. Lady B. What is he at now? Sir I. B. Eh, nothing. [L00king, and smut/wring a Laugh.] George, get me a pipe. Miss Dolly B. La, papa, let's have no piping here! Lady B. Pipes ! what man, d'ye think you're at Dobney's bowling-green ? Miss Dolly B. Consider, we are now at Fontainbleau, in France, papa, the very country seat of the
_ beau monde.
' -like us !
twopenny toys. _ .ZVIis.s Dolly B. Or dancing in your boots, at Dandelion, papa—I.a now, do, pa, get into the mode,
Sir J. B. Thank you, daughter, but I'm not quite so modish.
Lady B. But, consider, my dear, if Colonel Epaulette does us the honour of a visit, how he'll be shock-’
ed at your appearance l
Sir J. B. Thank you, thank you, wife ; but I don't think I'm quite so shocking.
Lady B. Then, if he does introduce us to the prince—-Sir John, to tell you a secret, I have already sent for one Mr. Lapoche, a celebrated French tailor, to make you a new suit of clothes for the occa5101'].
Sir J. B. A French tailor for me !—-very well, very well, ladies.
Enter Fmsr WAITER.
Waiter. Mr. Lackland, madam; would you chuse to see him ? ‘ Sir J. B. ‘Ay, ay, let the poor devil come up. [Exit \'VAr'rErt Lady B. Mr. Lackland! ay, here's more of your .-.3 pretty thing, to come all the way to France, to pick up English acquaintances! and then, such a paltry—shabby——
Lack. Ladies, your most obedient—-How d'ye do, Bull?
Sir J. B. [Looking at him with Surprise] Shabby! -Eh !—Why, in the name of-~-Oh ! ho !—Ha! ha! ha !—-recovered the arables, or another old fool from Throgmorton Street ?
Lack. Oh, pray don’t let my presence disconcert any body—Ladies, I dined with my friend Tallyho, and Colonel Epaulette; the colonel understanding that l admitted Sir John here, to some share of my no
tice, begged I'd make his respects, and that he'd -wait on you immediately.
Lady B. Now, Miss Bull, summon all the graces.
lilies Dolly B. Oh, lud ! and the powder's all—the duchess's barber must iitivate me up directly.
Lack. Miss, don’t mind me—people say I'm parti-_ cular—but I'm the most condescending—Bull, be seated.
Sir J. B. Bull ! I will not be sealed.
Lack. Yes, she is a fine girl, indeed. J
Sir J. B. Who, Doll? Yes, Doll's a devlish fine
girl, and I shall give fourscore thousand pounds with her.
say, whether ornaments grace the person, or the person ornaments the dress.
Miss Dolly B. He's vastly well bred, mamma.
Lady B. Yes, but speaks English too plain for a. gentleman.
Lack. Miss Bull's spirit and good humour, is the emblem of English liberty,and your ladyship, [Boas] the Ninon de l'Enclos of Britain.
Sir J. B. [A.side.] Ninon-don-—talks French—I lent him a guinea too—well !
Lack. I presume, ladies,you go to the ball to-night -'—if disengaged, miss, I should be proud of the honour of your hand.
Miss Dolly B. Yes, sir, with all my heart, sir.
Sir J. B. Your heart, hussyl didn’t you promise Squire Tallyho?
Miss Dolly B. True, papa; but then, hadn't seen this gentleman.
Lady B. Haven’t I hopes of Colonel Epaulette, for
ou? _ y Miss Dolly B. Ay, but none of us have ever seen the colonel—he mayn’t like me, and, perhaps, I mayn't like him. '
Lady B. Dolly, you're too ready with your yes.
Lack. Consider, if your ladyship had always cruelly said no, Miss Dolly could never have been the admiration of the Court of Versailles.
Sir J. B. Yes, and I dare say
Lack. Softly, my honest fellow.
Sir J . B. [Stamping] What d'ye mean, friend-—hm 'nest fellow ! I don't believe you know who you're talk
ing to !—-[Aside.] Oh, oh ! Tallyho is likely to be
jockeyed here--[_Calls out.] Bob, if Squire Tallyho
Comes, show him
TALLYHO sings -without.
At six in the morning, by most of the cloelai, We rode to Kilruddery, in search of a fix. To! do rol lol.
Lack. Here comes Tallyho—Yes, Casey's burgundy has quite done him up.
Lady B. Fontainbleaul one might as well be at Ascot Heath.
Enter TALLYHO, drunk, and singing.
Tall. Or, I'll leap over you, your blind gelding and all, tol dc rol—-Ha! ha! ha! Sir John, I am so sorry you should be hurt by that fall !
Sir J. B. Ha ! ha! ha ! Yes, I see you are very sorry. _
Tall. But how is your leg?
Sir J. B. My leg! it's my forehead.
Tall. Ah! ha! my old prize fighter!
Sir J. B. I've been fighting your battles here.-—
' [LADY BULL looks scornfully at TALLYHO.
Tall. Right, Sir John—[Observing hen] for I see, if the grey mate's the better horse, I lose the filly.
Lady B. I can't stay with this savage.
Lack. Will your ladyship honour me—Miss Dolly, your lily hand— [Takes her Hand.
Tall. [Interposing.] No matter whether her hand is a lily, or a tulip, or a daffydowndilly—by your leave, neighbour— [Gets between DOLLY and LACKLAND
Lack. Sir, you know I am always ready to correct insolcnce; if a man insults me, ’tisn't his fortune can protect him-‘—[Turm'ng to Sm J. BuLL.] pr'y1hec, Bull, step and ask if I left my snuff-box in the bar below. Mr. Tallyho, when you're inclined to quar
rel, I am always ready to go out with you.