Waiter. Sir! Colonel E. Dat Colonel Epaulette is come to vait on dem. Waiter. I shall, sir. [Exit. Colonel E. By all I can hear, de must be vile bourgeois, but on account of my lord's recommendation, I must show dem some civility, and Squire Tallyho tells me, dey have a fine daughter too-Ay, my English dress is lucky upon de occasion-dey must be vonderfully pleased vid it. Lepoche, my taileur, has not been in London for noting, and I am much oblige to Mr. Lackland for his advice in my affairs-I hope dey did tell my Ladyde Bull too, dat I vas coming to vait on her. [Retires. Enter SIR JOHN BULL, in a Passion, and ROBIN. Sir J. B. You've been, sirrah, but where have you been? Robin. Why, wasn't I sent for the French tailor? Sir J. B. The French tailor! Oh, to take measure of me-well, where is he? . me. Robin. I don't know, he came into the house with Sir J. B. Very well; since it must be so, go, and send him here.-[Exit ROBIN.] Ha! ha! ha! any thing to please mademoiselle my wife, since I must be a jackanapes, and have a French tailor, ha! ha! ha! Oh, 'gad here he is! Colonel E. Oh, dis must be Sir John-[Aside.} Sir, I am your most obedient servant. Sir J. B. Servant, friend! Colonel E. I presume, you are Sir John de Bull. Colonel E. Sir, I have receive a lettre, from my friend de Duke Sir J. B. His friend the Duke-what a grand tailor it is! [Aside. Colonel E. I ave great reason to tink I am dear to him, and he recommend you to me in de highest terms. Sir J. B. Sir, if you are dear to your friends, no doubt but your terms will be high to me. Colonel E. Sir! Sir J. B. However, since my wife will have it so out with your shears. Colonel E. Sir! Sir J. B. Let's see your book of patterns. Sir J. B. Yes, to chuse my colour. Colonel E. I carry de colour! vat, you take me for an ensign?- but I excuse, as de custom of your country gives a privilege Sir J. B. I can't answer for my country, but you shall have my custom-Now, pray, friend, how many men may you have ? Colonel E. About a tousand. Sir J. B. [Aside.] A thousand journeymen! must have great business. Colonel E. About a tousand in my regiment. Sir J. B. Oh, you work for a regiment? Colonel E. Vork! I no understand vat he meanSir, de ladies Sir J. B. You understand the work for the ladies? Colonel E. Monsieur, in compliance vid the lettre of his grace, I shall show every civilite, and, if you please, vill ave de honour of introduce my Lady de Bull, and mademoiselle, her daughter, to de prince. Sir. J. B. You! My Lady Bull introduced by a tailor! Colonel E. Tailor! Aha! Sir, if you vere not an Englishman, your life-your life, sir, should answer for dis affront-but from my respect to your country, I pardon you. Sir J. B. Affront! What! are you above your bu siness, you proud monkey, you? Colonel E. You are under some gross error, or you are a person void of manners-if de former, you are a fool by nature; if de latter, a clown by habit-and as both is beneath my resentment, I sall look to my noble friend for an explanation of dis affront offered to Colonel Epaulette. [Ecit. Sir J. B. Colonel Epaulette! Oh, the devil! what a blunder I have made!-[Calls out.] My lady-ny Lady Bull! Enter LADY BULL. Lady B. What's the matter-what's the matter now with you, Sir John? Sir J. B. The mischief to play-here has been Colonel Epaulette, and I unfortunately mistook him for the French tailor that I expected, to take orders for my new clothes. Lady B. Sir John, why will you ever attempt to speak to persons of distinction? Take a Colonel of the Gendesarmes for a tailor-how absurd!--[Calls.] Who waits?-Sir John, pray stay and explain this affair. Sir J. B. Me!-damme, I wouldn't face him again for the pay of his whole regiment. [Exit. Lady B. [Passionately.] Who waits, I say? Enter ROBIN. Show that gentleman up stairs. Robin, Who, madam? Lady B. The tailor, as your master calls him. [Exit. Lady B. Ay, here is the colonel, endeed-no regimentals-yes, I heard of his dressing entirely in the English manner. Enter LEPOCHE. [Courtesies very respectfully.] Sir, I almost blush to see you, and scarce know how to apologize for Sir John's mistake. Lep. Madam, I vait upon Sir John, to Lady B. Really, sir, he's ashamed to appear in your -but he has contracted such unpresence, after fashionable habits, that he- Lep. Madam, I vill equip him vid de fashionable habit, dat he need not shame to appear in de royal presence. Lady B. Sir, you have had a loss to-day? Lep. Oui, I lose my lodger. Lady B. By this day's running? Lady B. But, sir, I wish better success to your Joan. Lep. [Aside.] Success to my Joan! Lady B. But, for all your turf amusements, I dare say, you are a great man in the cabinet-in committees-privy councils, and board of works. Lep. Board of vorks! [Aside.] Ay, she mean my shopboard. Lady B. And, I warrant, you are in all the deep French political secrets-you know all the ministers" measures. Lep. Oui, I take all deir measures. Lady B. We were informed, sir, in Paris, that you were much with the prince. Lep. Oui, I am quite free in de family. Lady B. And, when it suits you to introduce us to his highness- Lep. Me? non !--de prince? I could introduce you to de head butler indeed— Lady B. Introduce us to the butler!-Ay, ay, from Sir John's rustic behaviour, the colonel here, thinks us fit for no better company. Enter SIR JOHN, LEPOCHE takes out Pattern-Book. Oh, Sir John, I have been endeavouring to apologize for you, to the colonel here. Lep. [Looks about.] Colonel! Sir J. B. Egad, I fancy this is the tailor, indeed. Lep. I am, at your service, sir. Lady B. How! Sir J. B. Ha ha! ha! My lady, why will you pretend to speak to persons of distinction ?-mistake a tailor, for a colonel, and a gendesarmes! ha! ha! ha! Lady B. A tailor! then you're a very impudent little fellow ! Lep. Vell, miss, your moder voud not call me so. Sir J. B. Her mother, you villain! Lady B. Sir John, pray don't abuse the young man. Sir J. B. Abuse! You little rascal, how dare you have the impudence to be taken for a colonel?-Get away, this instant, or, I'll crop you, with your own shears-Get along, you rascal. [Pushes out LEPoche. Enter ROBIN. Robin. Madam, there's Miss Dolly gone off,-and Mrs. Casey says, it's upon some marriage scheme, or other. Lady B. My daughter! Sir J. B. My Doll! Robin. And from what I can learn from Squire Tallyho's man, she's to meet his master. Lady B. There's your honest Yorkshireman, Sir John Bull ! Robin. I think they say, sir, she's gone to Colonel Epaulette's lodge. Sir J. B. Ay, there's your honourable Frenchman, my Lady Bull!-but, come along-I'll have my daughter!-Rob me of my child !--Oh, for a search warrant!-Oh, for an English jury! Come along. [Exeunt |