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An Apartment in the CoLONEL's Lodge.
Enter COLONEL EPAULETTE and Miss DoLm’ ' BULL.
Colonel E. Miss,I do congratulate my felicity in meeting of you.
Miss Dolly B. I’m sure, I'm much obliged to you, indeed, Colonel.
Colonel E. [Aside.] If Icould get her, instead o1’ my fille de opera, Ishould be up vid her fader, for calling me a tailor.
ll/Iiss Dolly B. [Aside, looking out.] Lord, I wonder what keeps Squire Tallyho!
_ Colonel E. Miss, vas you ever in love? Miss Dolly B. Not above nine times,I thank you,
Miss Dolly B. Nine! Yes, three times before I got out of my slips—twice at Hackney boarding school —I don’t reckon my guitar-master-—then F rank Frippery—Mr. Pettitoe—No,sir, only eight, foi; I never would listen to the handsome staymaker, of Duck Lane. '
Colonel E. Miss, vill you be in love de ninth time, and run avay vid me?
Miss Dolly B. Lord, sir, are you going to run away ?
Colonel E. Oui, I vill scamper ofl" vid you.
_.Miss Dolly B. Oh, now I understand you—~but
why scamper off, sir, when I'm sure mamma would consent?
Colonel E. Oui, consent—but dat is so mechanique!—
llliss Dolly B. True, sir, it does sound of Bow bell; and, as you say, scampering offis such a funny thing, he! he! he !—[Aside.] Ecod, I've agreat mind, if I should, how Squire Tallyho would be surprised !
Colonel E. Allons, ma chere. [Going .
Miss D0Il.:/ B. Stop, will you excuse me afterwards to Squire Tallyho? '
Colonel E. For vat?
Miss Dolly B. Because I promised to run away with him.
Colonel E. Indeed!
Miss Dolly B. Yes, but don’t tell mamma—Sure, ’twas for that I came here to meet him.
Colonel E. Yes, but here I come first.
.Miss Dolly B. True, sir, and first come, first served, as pa used to say, in the shop at hcme—he! he! he !'
Colonel E. Come, then, my dearest angel!—Aha— Stay, mademoiselle,I vill order my gentilhomme to pack up some poudre, and pomade, and my dancing pump, as von cannot tell vat may happen—den, hey for love and pleasure! [E1-itf
Miss Dolly B. [Calling qftcr lu'm.] Colonel, make haste!
- Tall. [Without] Halloo, Doll! hip, my dainty
.Miss Dolly B. Squire Tallyho !—Oh, dear, what shall I co? - '
Miss Dolly B. Lord, Squire, don’t tell me of Parson Thump—-what kept you so long ?—here have I been crying my eyes out for you.
Tall. Crying—fudge—-show-—-why, your eyes do look as if—Ah, come now, you've an onion in your handkerchief?
Miss Dolly B. No, indeed, as I hope for--he ! he! he !
Tall. Now, now, there—now, what's that for?
Miss Dolly B. I was laughing, to think of our marriage.
Tall. I begin to- think, marriage is no laughing matter, Doll—now, I tell you truly, I like you as well as any thing I ever saw—-Good points—fancy, thirteen hands high, and, by my lady's account, rising nineteen
_ years last grass—but I tell you some things you must
learn, to be my wife.—My mother, you must know, was a fine lady, all upon the hoity-toities, and so, good for nothing—Says father to me, one evening, as the last whiff of his fourth pipe sighed to the tears of the third tankard—Gaby, my dear boy, never marrya woman that can’t breakfast on beef—-carve a goose— won't withdraw from table, before “ King and constitution," and sing a jolly song at first bidding—and then, says he, [Sn0re.s.] take care o’the girls, Gaby-— and dropping asleep—yes, father, says I, I'll take care 0’the girls—and with that, Islipped a brace of yellow boys out of his purse, and, next day, bought Peggy Trundle, the housemaid, a pair of Bath garters, silver shoe-buckles, and a marquisate pin, for her stomacher, he ! he! he!
Miss Dolly B. I shouldn't ha’ thought of your enmrtaining me with your old father's pipe, and Peggy Trundle's stomachers—if you're come here to run away with me, why, do the thing at once, and let's have no more talk about it.
Tall. True, Doll, such a fortune as yours, don't offer every day—I’ve a chaise at the door, and a sulky
for Father Dominic, and, as your dad may be for pursuing us, I won’t depend upon those rascally French postboys—it's all crack, smack, jabber, grin, and bustle—great noise, and little work, with themNo, no, I'll put on a jacket and great boots—a good disguise too—I'll drive you myself, gee up, my queen —-you'll see how we'll tatter the road—-do it there, whipcord—shave the signpost—Ah, softly up hill, good Bully—bit of bay to cool their mouths--pint o’ twopenny, anda new lash—then, spank the Unicorn alapdash—Gee up—once we're coupled, let Sir John come whistle for you—Gee up—Ah, Button—~do it there—'—softly, my honies—gee-ah! ha! [Imit‘ating. \ [E.rit. llliss Dolly B. Upon my word, this is clever—so, a gentleman can’t go to be married, without his great boots! and t'other youth couldn't go without his dancing pumps—Ecod, if one of my old sweethearts was to step in now, I am so vexed, I should be strong~ ly tempted to give them both the double. Lac/cland. [Without.] Oh, the lady's this way. Miss Dolly B. Who have we now? I protest, the sprightly, elegant gentleman, that sent papa for his snuff box—he's a vastly pretty fellow !
Enter LACK LAN D.
Lack. At last I have found her—I hate courtship‘ ——no occasion here, I fancy—so sans ceremonie—here goes—[Aside.] Ma’am, your most obedient—
Miss Dolly B. How d'ye do, sir? [/1 short Courtesy.
Lack. Well, my dear, ’tis at last settled—
Miss Dolly B. Sir!
Lack. Yes, though with some difficulty; I am now determined to marry you.
Miss Dolly B. Marry me!
Lack. A fact—but don’t let your joy carry you away.
Miss Dolly B. You'll carry me away!
Lack. I said I would, and I never break my word.
Miss Dolly B. Said! to who, pray?
Lack. T.o myself—and you know, if a gentleman breaks his word to himself, what dependence can the world have on him—You're a fine creature—but I would not tell a lie for all the women in France.
Miss Dolly B. [Aside] What a high notion of ho
Lack.- Clothes—oh, I've only borrowed them from somebody, or other, you know—where could I get money to buy such clothes as these, ha! ha! ha! —well, this is excellent, ha ! ha! ha!
Miss Dolly B. Ha! ha! ha! I knew you must have a great estate.
Lack. Me!—Oh, I haven’t an acre, nor, may be, a mansion in Herefordshire—nor, perhaps, I haven’t a house in Portman Square.
- Miss Dolly B. Portman Square l Lack. Without a guinea in the funds—perhaps, at