Tall. My Lady Bull will go out with you, and I wish her much joy of her company. [Bows very low. [Exit LACKLAND, leading LADY BULL. Sir John, I am so hurt that my mare should-how your collar bone now?

is

Sir J. B. Pshaw! don't

you see it's my foreheadGo out with him! isn't that one of your sword and "pistol terms?

Tall. Oh yes, at those amusements, in a small room, that gentleman is, indeed, pretty company.

Miss Dolly B. Lord, he must be charming company, in a small room! [With great Glee. Sir J. B. An impudent dog! to send me out for his snuff-box too.

Miss Dolly B. I do like him monstrously!

Tall. Like him! why, Doll, you're a fox upon a double ditch-none can tell which side you'll leapho, ho! what, am I thrown out here, old Hurlothrumbo?

Sir J. B. Me-I don't know what this fellow has been about here, among them, with his snuff, and his feathers-but where have you been, Tallyho? I-tell you, if you'd have Doll, you must stick to her, my boy.

Miss Dolly B. Ay, that you must, indeed, my boy --Lord, Squire, what has made you so tipsy?

Tall. Love and burgundy-swallowing your health, my sweet Dolly Douse

Sings. Had Diana been there, she'd been pleas'd to the

life,

And one of the lads got a goddess to wife.
[Takes her Hand.

When you come across my noddle-tipsy-gipsy-I get upon the half cock, and then-a dozen bumpers makes me-tol de rol lol-ha! ha! ha! old dad

how cursed comical you looked, when Kick-himJenny flung you over her ears, ha! ha! ha! damme, you came upon all fours, like a tom cat with a parachute, ha! ha! ha!

Miss Dolly B. Ha! ha! ha! Oh, what a rare fellow you are, ha! ha! ha!-what fine game you do make of my father! ha! ha! ha!

Sir J. B. Game o'your father! why, you confounded jade-

Tall. Sir John, I am sorry my mare broke your

nose.

Sir J. B. Zounds! don't you see it's my forehead ?—— but, however, I forgive you, since--ha! ha! ha!I'm so pleas'd at your winning the race to-day, and beating the mounseers, that, if I'd twenty daughters, and each with a plumb in her mouth, you should have them all.

Tall. [Looking at his Tablets.] Plumb! Oh, true, Sir Jackey, my lad, I have you down here, for a fifty. Sir J. B. How?

Tall. That you owe me.

Sir J. B. Me? I never borrowed sixpence of you, in my life.

Tall. No, but you lost fifty pounds though.

Sir J. B. [Alarmed.] Lost! oh, lord! I had a fifty pound note in my pocket book-[Takes out his Pocket Book.] No, 'faith, here it is.

Tall. Then you may as well give it me, Jackey.
Sir J. B. Give it you! for what?

Tall. Why, don't you know you laid me fifty pounds upon the colonel's Joan of Arc, and didn't my Whirligig beat her?

Sir J. B. Damn your Whirligig!

Miss Dolly B. Oh, lord, father! how can you damn his Whirligig?

Tall. Come, fifty pounds here-down with your dust!

Miss Dolly B. Ay, papa, down with your dust!

Sir J. B. You hussy! I'll dust your gown for you!

Tall. Why, didn't you lay ?

Sir J. B. Lay! I remember, I said, I thought the brown horse run the fastest.

Tall. Yes, but when I laid fifty he'd lose, didn't you say done?

Sir J. B. And so you come the dun upon mepho, pho! none of your jokes, man.

Tall. Jokes! you shall pay me in earnest.

Sir J. B. Pay you-what the devil, do you think I'll give you fifty pounds, because one horse thrusts his nose out before another? Doll, that's a rogue!

Tall. Rogue! Cut while you're well-I'll make no more words-that bet was done and done, and if you don't pay me, I'll post you at Tattersal's-indeed, I will, Sir Jackey, my lad.

Miss Dolly B. Never mind old Fogrum-run away with me. [Apart to TALLYHO. Sir J. B. Oh, very well-there-[Gives a Note.] by winning fifty pounds, you lose my daughter, and fourscore thousand; and now post that at Tattersal's, Tally, my lad-Dolly, child, go to your mamma.

Miss Dolly B. I won't-I won't go to my mamma -I'll meet you, bye and bye, at the Colonel's.

[Apart to TALLYHO. Sir J. B. You won't-you shall, hussy!

Miss Dolly B. I won't-I won't―[Crying and sobbing.] Oh, the cruelty of old tough fathers, to force young, tender maidens, away from the sweet, amiable swains, that so dearly love them! oh! oh! oh !

Sir J. B. Go in there, you jade! [Forces her off.] how cunning you look now, Tally, my lad!

[Exeunt Miss BULL and SIR JOHN. Tall. Don't force her away from her beautiful swain-[Looks disappointed, and whistles.] So, here's a pretty commence! but if Doll meets me at the Colo

nel's, I'll whip her off; and if Captain Henry has laid the betts upon my slang match, I shall roll in rhino -first, marry Doll, in private-then, London-hey for a wedding, in full cry, and, then for the dear delights of London!

AIR. TALLYHO.

In London, my life is a ring of delight; In frolics, I keep up the day and the night, I snooze at the Hummums till twelve, perhaps later; I rattle the bell, and I roar up the waiter; "Your honour," says he, and he tips me a leg; He brings me my tea, but I swallow an egg ; For tea in a morning's a slop I renounce, So I down with a glass of the right cherry bounce. With swearing-tearing! Ranting-jaunting! Slashing-smashing!

Smacking-cracking!

Rumbling-tumbling!

Laughing-quaffing!

Smoking-joking!

Swagg'ring-stagg'ring!

So thoughtless, so knowing, so green, and so mellow! This-this is the life of a frolicsome fellow.

My phaeton I mount, and the plebs they all stare, I handle my reins, and my elbows I square; My ponies so plump, and as white as a lily! Through Pallmall 1 spank it, and up Piccadilly; Till, losing a wheel, egad, down I come, smack! So, at Knightsbridge, I throw myself into a hack, At Tattersal's, fling a leg over my nag; Then visit for dinner, then dress in a bag.

With swearing, &c.

1 Waiter. Here, you, George !-I say, George!

Enter SECOND WAITER.

2 Waiter. What the deuce a bawling do keep!

you

1 Waiter. What d'ye mean running about the streets, with your hands in your pockets, at such a time, and the house full of company, and

2 Waiter. Why, didn't mistress desire me to look for Captain Huff, in order to see if he could bully this here Mr. Lackland out of the house; as there's no chance of his ever being able to pay his bill here ? 1 Waiter. Bully him out! I don't think the captain and his whole regiment can do that.

LACKLAND and MRS. CASEY without.

Mrs. Casey. Mr. Lackland, I desire you'll leave my house.

2 Waiter. See, what a woman's tongue can do !— here he comes, and my mistress at his heels.

Lack. Upon my honour, Mrs. Casey, I'm amazed that any gentleman would enter your doors!

Mrs. Casey. Upon my honour, Mr. Lackland, you may take yourself out of my doors!