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Enter Sir Francis, 'SQUIRE RICHARD, and Miss JENNY.
Sir Fran. Well, Count, I mun say it, this was koynd, indeed.
Count B. Sir Francis, give me leave to bid you wel. come to London.
Sir Fran. Psha! how dost do, mon? Waunds, I'm glad to see thee! A good sort of a house this.
Count B. Is not that Master Richard?
Sir Fran. Ey, ey, that's young hopeful-Why dost not haw, Dick?
'Squire R. So I do, feyther.
Count B. Sir, I'm glad to see you-I protest Mrs. Jane is grown so, I should not have known her.
Sir Fran. Come forward, Jenny.
Jenny. Sure, papa! do you think I don't know how to behave myself?
Count B. If I have permission to approach her, Sir Francis. Jenny. Lord, sir, I'm in such a frightful pickle!
[Salute. Count B. Every dress that's proper must become you, madam—you have been a long journey.
Jenny. I hope you will see me in a better to-morrow, sir.
(LADY WRONGhead whispers Mrs. MOTHERLY,
· pointing to MYRTILLA. Mrs. M. Only a niece of mine, madam, that lives with me: she will be proud to give your ladyship any assistance in her power.
Lady W. A pretty sort of a young woman-Jenny, you two must be acquainted.
Jenny. Oh, mamma, I am never strange in a strange place.
[Salutes Myrtilla. Myr. You do me a great deal of honour, madam-Madam, your ladyship’s welcome to London.
Jenny. Mamma, I like her prodigiously; she called me my ladyship.
Squire. R. Pray, mother, mayn't I be acquainted with her too?
Lady W. You, you clown! stay till you learn a little more breeding first.
Sir Fran. Od's heart, my Lady Wronghead! why do you baulk the lad? how should he ever learn breeding, if he does not put himself forward?
Squire R. Why, ay, feyther, does mother think, that I'd be uncivil. to her?
Myr. Master has so much good humour, madam, he would soon gain upon any body.
[He kisses MYRTILLA. 'Squire R. Lo' you there, mother! and you would but be quiet, she and I should do well enough.
Lady W. Why, how now, sirrah! boys must not be so familiar. ,
Squire R. Why, an I know nobody, how the murrain mun I pass my time here, in a strange place? Naw you and I, and sister, forsooth, sometimes, in an afternoon, may play at one thirty bone-ace, purely.
Jenny. Speak for yourself, sir: d’ye think I play at such clownish games?
'Squire R. Why, and you woant yo'ma' let it aloane; then she and I, mayhap, will have a bawt at all-fours, without you.
Sir Fran. Noa, noa, Dick, that won't do neither; you mun learn to make one at ombre, here, child.
Myr. If master pleases, I'll show it him.
'Squire R. What, the Humber! Hoy day! why, does our river run to this tawn, feyther?
Sir Fran. Pooh! you silly tony! ombre is a geam at cards, that the better sort of people play three together at.
Squire R. Nay, the moare the merrier, I say; but sister is always so cross-grained
Jenny. Lord! this boy is enough to deaf people, and one has really been stuffed up in a coach so long
that- Pray, madam- could not I get a little powder for my hair? Myr. If you please to come along with me, madam.
[Exeunt Myrtilla and JENNY. 'Squire R. What, has sister taken her away naw! mess, I'll go and have a little game with them.
[Exit after them. Lady W. Well, Count, I hope you won't so far change your lodgings, but you will come, and be at home here sometimes.
Sir Fran. Ay, ay, pr’ythee come and take a bit of mutton with us, naw and tan, when thou'st nought to do. · Count B. Well, Sir Francis, you shall find I'll make but very little ceremony.
Sir Fran. Why, ay now, that's hearty!
Mrs. M. Will your ladyship please to refresh yourself with a dish of tea, after your fatigue?
Lady W. If you please, Mrs. Motherly; but I believe we had best have it above stairs.
[Exit Mrs. MOTHERLY. Won't you walk up, sir?
Sir Fran. Moody!
Lady W. Lard, don't mind him! he will come if he likes it.
Sir Fran. Ay, ay, ne'er heed me-I have things to look after.
[Exeunt Lady Wronghead and Count Basset.
Enter John Moody. Moody. Did your worship want muh?
Sir Fran. Ay, is the coach cleared, and all our things in?
Moody. Aw but a few band-boxes, and the nook that's left o' the goose poy - But, a plague on him, the monkey has gin us the slip, I think I suppose he's goon to see his relations; for here looks to be a power of um in this tawn- but heavy Ralph has skawered after him.
Sir Fran. Why, let him go to the devil! no matter and the hawnds had had him a month agoe.-But I wish the coach and horses were got safe to the inn! This is a sharp tawn, we mun look about us here, John; therefore I would have you go along with Roger, and see that nobody runs away with them before they get to the stable.
Moody. Alas a day, sir, I believe our auld cattle won't yeasly be run away with to-night--but howsomdever, we'st ta’ the best care we can of um, poor sawls. Sir Fran. Well, well, make haste then
[Moody goes out, and returns. Moody. Od's flesh! here's Master Monly come to wait upo' your worship! .
Sir Fran. Wheere is he?
Enter Manly. Cousin Manly! Sir, I am your very humble servant. Manly. I heard you were come, Sir Francis-and
Sir Fran. Od's heart! this was so kindly done of you, naw!
Manly. I wish you may think it so, cousin! for, I confess, I should have been better pleased to have seen you in any other place.
Sir Fran. How soa, sir?
Manly. Nay, 'tis for your own sake; I'm not concerned.
Sir Fran. Look you, cousin; tho'f I know you wish me well; yet I don't question I shall give you such
weighty reasons for what I have done, that you will say, sir, this is the wisest journey that ever I made in my life.
Manly. I think it ought to be, cousin; for I believe you will find it the most expensive one-your election did not cost you a trifle, I suppose. •
Sir Frun. Why, ay! it's true! That—that did lick a little; but if a man's wise, (and I ha'n't fawnd yet that I'm a fool) there are ways, cousin, to lick one's self whole again. Manly. Nay, if you have that secret
Sir Fran. Don't you be fearful, cousin, you'll find that I know something.
Manly. If it be any thing for your good, I should be glad to know it too.
Sir Fran. In short, then, I have a friend in a corner, that has let me a little into what's what at Westminster - that's one thing. . Manly. Very well! but what good is that to do you?
Sir Fran. Why not me, as much as it does other folks?
Manly. Other people, I doubt, have the advantage of different qualifications.
Sir Fran. Why, ay! there's it naw! you'll say that : I have lived all my days i’ the country—what then ?
I'm o' the quorum-I have been at sessions, and I have made speeches there! ay, and at vestry too-and, mayhap, they may find here—that I have brought my tongue up to town with me! D’ye take me naw?
Manly. If I take your case right, cousin, I am afraid the first occasion you will have for your eloquence here, will be, to show that you have any right to make use of it at all.
Sir Fran. How d’ye mean?
Manly. That Sir John Worthland has lodged a petition against you. Sir Fran. Petition ! why, ay! there let it lie