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"fwer is defired." Gadfo! a little unlucky; I have been engag'd for these three weeks. SER JEAN T.

What, I find Sir Gregory is return'd for the corporation of Fleefum.

Sir LUK E.

Is he fo? Oh ho!-That alters the cafe.George, give my compliments to Sir Gregory, and I'll certainly come and dine there. Order Joe to run to alderman Inkle's, in Threadneedlestreet; forry can't wait upon him, but confin'd to bed two days with new influenza.

CHARLOT.

You make light, Sir Luke, of these fort of engagements.

Sir LUK E.

What can a man do? Thefe damn'd fellows (when one has the misfortune to meet them) take scandalous advantage; teaże, When will you do me the honour, pray, Sir Luke, to take a bit of mutton with me? Do you name the day. They are as bad as a beggar, who attacks your coach at the mounting of a hill; there is no getting rid of them, without a penny to one, and a promise to t'other.

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SERJEANT.

True; and then for fuch a time too-three weeks! I wonder they expect folks to rememIt is like a retainer in Michaelmas term for the fummer affizes.

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Sir LUK E.

Not but, upon these occafions, no man in England is more punctual than

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Enter a Servant, who gives Sir Luke a Letter.

From whom?

SERVANT.

Earl of Brentford. The fervant waits for an answer.

Sir LUK E.

Anfwer!-By your leave, Mr. Serjeant and Charlot. [Reads.] "Tafte for mufic-Monf. Duport-fail-Dinner upon table at five"Gadfo! I hope Sir Gregory's fervant an't gone. SERVA N T.

Immediately upon receiving the answer.

Sir LUK E.

Run after him as faft as you can tell him, quite in defpair-recollect an engagement that can't in nature be miffed,-and return in an inftant.

CHARLOT.

You fee, Sir, the Knight muft give way for my Lord.

Sir LUK E.

No, faith, it is not that, my dear Charlot ; you faw that was quite an extempore business. -No, hang it, no, it is not for the title; but to tell you the truth, Brentford has more wit than any man in the world; it is that makes me fond of his house.

CHARLOT.

By the choice of his company he gives an unanfwerable inftance of that.

Sir LUK E.

You are right, my dear girl. But now to give you a proof of his wit: You know Brentford's finances are a little out of repair, which procures him fome vifits that he would very gladly excufe.

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What need he fear? His perfon is facred ; for by the tenth of William and Mary

Sir LUK E.

He knows that well enough; but for all that

SER JEAN T.

Indeed, by a late act of his own house, (which does them infinite honour) his goods or chattels may be

Sir LUKE.

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Seiz'd upon when they can find them; but he lives in ready-furnish'd lodgings, and hires his coach by the month.

SERIE A N T.

Nay, if the sheriff return "non inventus".

Sir L. UK E.

A pox o'your law, you make me lofe fight of my ftory. One morning, a Welch coachmaker came with his bill to my Lord, whofe name was unluckily Loyd. My Lord had the man up. You are call'd, I think, Mr. Loyd?-At your Lordfhip's fervice, my Lord. What, Loyd with an L?-It was with an L indeed, my Lord.-Because in your part of the world I have heard that Loyd and Floyd were fyno→

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fynonymous, the very fame names.- Very often indeed, my lord. But you always fpell your's with an L?-Always.-That, Mr. Loyd, is a little unlucky; for you must know I am now paying my debts alphabetically, and in four or five years you might have come in with an F; but I am afraid I can give you no hopes for your L.-Ha, ha, ha

Enter a SERVANT.

SERVANT.

There was no overtaking the fervant.

Sir LUK E.

That is unlucky.: tell my Lord I'll attend him. I'll call on Sir Gregory myself.

SER JEAN T.

Why, you won't leave us, Sir Luke?

Sir LUKE.

Pardon, dear Serjeant and Charlotta; have a thousand things to do for half a million of people pofitively; promised to procure a husband for Lady Cicely Sulky, and match a coach-horse for Brigadier Whip; after that, must run into the city to borrow a thousand for young At-all at Almack's; fend a Cheshire cheese by the stage to Sir Timothy Tankard in Suffolk; and get at the Herald's Office a coat of arms to clap on the coach of Billy Bengal, a nabob newly arriv'd; fo you fee I have not a moment to lofe.

True, true,

SERJEANT.

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Sir LUK E.

At your toilet to-morrow at ten you may― Enter a SERVANT abruptly, and runs against Sir LUKE.

Can't you fee where you are running, you rafcal!

SERVAN T.

Sir, his grace the Duke of

Sir LUK E.

Grace!-Where is he ?-Where

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SERVANT.

In his coach at the door.-If you an't better engaged would be glad of your company to go into the city, and take a dinner at Dolly's.

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There's no refifting of that.-Bid Joe run to Sir Gregory Goose's.

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Then do you step to the Knight-hey !-noyou must go to my Lord's-hold, hold, no-I

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