Waiter. Oui, you be Sir John

[Bows, &c.

Sir J. B. D'ye understand?—I was riding, and Tallyho's mare threw me-[Roaring, WAITER bowing, &c.] You scoundrel! what, d'ye stand grinning at me? Get somebody to dress my head.

Waiter. Qui, monsieur.

[Exit.

Sir J. B. Oh dear, oh dear! get me once out of France-Then my wife and daughter! such a pair of mademoiselles, as they are making of themselves, to receive this great French Colonel EpauletteEgad, here they come, in full puff!

Enter LADY BULL and DOLLY, extravagantly dressed.

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 Forehead. Sir J. B. Fighting! no, my Lady Bull-I got upon Kick-him-Jenny, she threw me off, and broke my [Eying them curiously. Lady B. What is he at now? Sir J. B. Eh, nothing. [Looking, and smothering a Laugh.] George, get me a pipe.

head.

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.

Sir J. B. Oh, very well-Mrs. Casey, get me yesterday's Ledger.

Lady B. Ledger! Oh, now, he's got to Garraway's -I tell you again, you are not at Margate, raffling for twopenny toys.

Miss Dolly B. Or dancing in your boots, at Dandelion, papa-La now, do, pa, get into the mode, like us!

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 shocked at your appearance!

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 occas sion.

Sir J. B. A French tailor for me!-very well, very well, ladies.

Enter FIRST WAITER.

Waiter. Mr. Lackland, madam; would you chuse to see him?

Sir J. B. Ay, ay, let the poor devil come up. [Exit WAITER Lady B. Mr. Lackland! ay, here's more of your -a pretty thing, to come all the way to France, to pick up English acquaintances! and then, such a paltry-shabby

Enter LACKLAND, elegantly dressed in COLONEL
EPAULETTE's Clothes.

Lack. Ladies, your most obedient-How d'ye do, Bull?

-

Sir J. B. [Locking 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 I 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. Miss Dolly B. Oh, lud! and the powder's all-the duchess's barber must titivate me up directly.

Lack. Miss, don't mind me-people say I'm particular-but I'm the most condescending-Bull, be seated.

Sir J. B. Bull! I will not be seated.

Lack. Yes, she is a fine girl, indeed.

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Sir J. B. Who, Doll? Yes, Doll's a dev'lish fine. girl, and I shall give fourscore thousand pounds with her.

Lack. What!-[Aside.] This may prove a good hit -but such a vulgar family!-Hearkye-pray[With Haughtiness and Contempt.] You've kept shop? Sir J. B. Fifteen years-the Grasshopper, on Garlick Hill.

Lack. And you sold raisins, and—

Sir J B. Yes, I did, and figs too.
Lady B. D'ye hear him?

Lack. [Aside.] Hem! Yes, I'll marry her-a dowdy-he's a seller of figs-yet, fourscore thousand— Sir J. B. And yet, do you know

Lack. [Puts him back gently.] Softly-Ma'am, [Te MISS DOLLY BULL.]-upon my soul, you're a very fine creature!

Miss Dolly B. Sir! [Aside.] Lord, I like him, vastly!

Lack. I say, ma'am, I—but, hold-I had best begin with a compliment to the mother though-Ma'am, -[Looks first at LADY BULL, then at SIR JOHN.]Figs! [Stifling a Laugh.] Ma'am, your dress is extremely elegant-admirably fancied-and

Sir J. B. Yet if I was to advise

Lack. [Puts him back, without looking at him.] Be quiet, Bull-with so many native charms-difficult to

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, [Bows.] the Ninon de l'Enclos of Britain.

Sir J. B. [Aside.] 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, hussy! didn't you promise Squire Tallyho?

Miss Dolly B. True, papa; but then, I hadn't seen this gentleman.

Lady B. Haven't I hopes of Colonel Epaulette, for you?

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--honest fellow! I don't believe you know who you're talking to! [Aside.] Oh, oh! Tallyho is likely to be jockeyed here [Calls out.] Bob, if Squire Tallyho comes, show him

Lady B. Show him out of the house.
Miss Dolly B. What! the Squire ?

TALLYHO sings without.

At six in the morning, by most of the clocks,
We rode to Kilruddery, in search of a fox. Tol de
rol lol.

Lack. Here comes Tallyho-Yes, Casey's burgundy has quite done him up.

Lady B. Fontainbleau! one might as well be at Ascot Heath.

Enter TALLYHо, drunk, and singing.

Tall. Or, I'll leap over you, your blind gelding and all, tol de 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 her.] for I see, if the grey mare'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 insolence; if a man insults me, 'tisn't his fortune can protect him-[Turning to SIR J. BULL.] pr'ythee, Bull, step and ask if I left my snuff-box in the bar below. Mr. Tallyho, when you're inclined to quarrel, I am always ready to go out with you.