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Show 7? rheKttkvst) or, SCENE, the Gate. FnterLcrdVopprngton *nd Follozvers. e v A Pax of thefe Bumkinly People, will t!q t Gate or do they defire I mould grow at d* ffiSe^W 1 [To the Porter^ Hey, If , Prithee do m e the Favour, in as few mi aTthTTunft rind to exprefs thy felf, to tell m e w h* " y Mafter will admit me or not, that I may turnaboi %^Her^byffi hfmfelf now at handj he'sa A?e he'll give you his Anfwer. S E»7*r 5ir Tunbelly, 4»i £w Servants. Sir T*» My moft noble Lord, I crave your panic: for making yoW Honour wait fo long 5 but my 0 ders to m y Servants have been to admit nobody wit cut m y Knowledge, for fear of fome Attempts upon, Daughter, the Times being full of Plots andlloguery, IF Much Caution, I muft confefs, is a figni treat Wifdom : But, ftap m y Virals I have got a Ca enough todeftroya Porte, - H e , he- *:.. rr.... T *)V» *t*mt mfVv tor't, indeed, mv Lor:" but if your Lordfhip pleafe to walk m , w e U help you: fome brown Sugar Candy. M y Lord, 111 fhew you: ^iU F. Sir, I follow you with pleafure. [Em [As' Lord Foppington'* Servants go to follow W they clap the Door againft La Verrole. Servants within. Nay, hold you m e there Sir, La. Ver. Jernie, qu'eft ce que vein dire ca ? Sir Tun. within Fire, Porter. Porter fires , Have among ye, my Matters, la. Ver. Ah je fuis mort- - ^a* [The Servants all0 Port. Not one Soldier left, by the Mafs. SCE* Virtue in Davger. S C E N E Changes into a Hall. 79 Enter Sir Tunbelly, the Chaplain and Servants, with Lord Foppington difamfd. Sir Tun. Come, bring him along, bring him along. L. F. What the Pax do you mean, Gentlemen, is it Fair-time, that you are all drunk before Dinner ? Sir Tun. Drunk, Sirrah ! here's an impudent Rogue for you: Drunk or Sober, Bully, I'm a Juftice of the Peace, and know how to deal with Strolers. Z. F. Strolers! Sh'Tun. Ay, Strolers; come, give an Account of your felf; what's your N a m e , where do you live ? D o you pay Scot and Lot ? Are you a Williamite, or a Jacobite ? Come. L. F. And why doft thou ask m e fo many impe/tinent Queftions ? Sir Tun. Becaufe I'll make you anfwer 'em before I have done with you, you Rafcal you. L. F. Before Gad, all the Anfwer I can make thee to ,'em, is, that thou art a very extraordinary old Fellow ; ftap m y Vitals.-. Sir Tun. Nay, ir you are for joaking with Deputy Lieutenants, we know how to deal with you: Here, draw a Warrant for him immediately. L. F. A Warrant .what the Devil is't thou woud'ft be at, Old Gentleman ? Sir Tun. I wou'd be at you, Sirrah, (if m y Hands were not ty'd as a Magiftrate) and with thefe two double Fifts beat your Teeth down your Throat, you 0 og you. L. F. And why would'ft thou fpoil m y Face at that rate? Sir r, V iTlulna.i n.F or your defign to rob m e of m y Daugh- L. F. Rab thee of thy Daughter. _ Now I do begin to believe I a m a-bed and a-fleep, and that all this is but a D r e a m - - If it be, 'twill be an agreeable E-4 Sur-s |
