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thirty guineas, then offer hım damag'd linen and muslin to the amount of one hundred and twenty, and bid him call again in a fortnightyou have his note all the time you know.
Ready. Certainly, fir; and when he calls
Flub. Give him a bad bill for one hundred and fifty, and pay him the odd hundred in trifles; fuch as paste buckles, gilt bracelets, Westphalia hams, painted prints, neats tongues, and Stilton cheefes -o shake hands, and have done with Master Parfon.
Ready. But not with the bill, sir.
Fluh. No—my bankers discount it, and pay it away; till passing through different hands, foınebody gives value for it at last, and then the glorious work begins—then comes the hero into combat! an attorney is employ'd ! an attorney, my boy! action is brought upon action ! declaration filed upon declaration ! till the drawer, acceptor, and indorsers all get into the King's Bench-the King's Bench-no-I beg pardon; the high money-lenders, and low attornies, have fo fill'd it with their dupes, that there isn't room there—the house overflows ! fo Newgate, Newgate is the shop!
Enter a Servant.
Servant. Here's your son just arriv'd from London ! Flufh. Shew him in.
[Exit servant. Ready. I'm told, sir, Mr. Gingham is quite another man, since I saw him.
Flush. Yes, yes, you knew his curst, ingenuous, candid difpofition; he learnt it in the country, the dog would speak the truth, and his sim
plicity fo injur'd our trade, that I threatened to turn him out of doors; but he has reform’d, Ready! the boy has the good sense to tell a lie now, and I've sent for him to witness his blessed reformation.
Readly. Ay, fir, your fon always spoke his mind too freely-in 1hort, Mr. Gingham was too honest for his profeffion.
Fluß. He was; however, he has given me his word, never to speak what comes uppermost, and he is now what he ought to be; a regular, solemn, jesuitical—in short-he's a very promising young man.
Gingham. Sir, your hand-Ready, yours. Well! here I am-quite converted—like father, like son-tell a lie without blushing.
Flub. Here I told you fo—ay, ay, I knew the boy would come to something good at last -fo, my dear boy, you have left off telling the truth-speaking your mind.
Gingkum. Mum! close as the cabinet-keep you my eye-put on your face, and do it so punctually, you wouldn't know young P. O. from yourself-(Looking about the room.) Zounds! what a fine house you've got ! how it's furnith d ! what plate! what pictures !
Fliish. The result of trade and honest industry, Frank---yes—it's pretty furniture, isn't it?
Gingham. Pretty furniture ! it's so handsome, that, except yourself, curse me, if I see a shabby bit in the room!-nay, nay, upon my soul, I didn't allude to you; I meant Ready.
Ready. He's at his old tricks I fee---as candid
Gingham. Plague on't ! I could sooner bite off my tongue, than stop its speaking what I think! nay, fir, now pray.
Flush. Well, well, I excuse you this once ; I, a shabby bit! however we shall soon see-how goes on the shop in London ?
Gingham. The shop!
Flush. Ay, the shop in the city that you've the care of the linens-the
Gingham. Oh, ay; now I recollect: why very well upon the whole, I believe, fir-very wellonly between ourselves, I am afraid it won't last; I think we and our tricks shall be found out-you understand
Flus. Found out ! 'Iblood, firrah Gingham. Softly, fir-softly—don't put yourself in a passion, and lay the blame on me; don't charge me with our ruin, for every body knew my opinion long ago ; didn't they, Ready? I told it to a thousand people-says I, “ swind
ling will never thrive, and I and my poor “ father shall get duck'd at last !”
Flush. You did ! did you ?
Gingham. That I did, fir ; and I'll prove I said so—the other night I Nept at the west end, and two friends-distress'd old officers in the armybrought their notes to be discounted-says I, “ Gentlemen, it won't do-you'll get little cash, “ but a quantity of truinpery nonsense, such as “ hams, cheeses, prints, linens, and other ve“ getables !” said they, “We know that-we “ know you and your father are two infernal “ sharpers, but a guinea now is worth ten a 6 month hence-fo give us the money.'
Flush. Well: and you took their note, didn't
Gingham. No, I didn't-I gave them the caíh, shook the two old soldiers by the hand, and said I was tir’d of such dd swindling practices.
Ready. This is sad work, Mr. Gingham; you'll never be at the top of your profeffion.
Gingham. The top !-Oh! what the pillory? no-I leave that to you, Ready.
Fluh. Was there ever such a scoundrel?—but we'll hear more, (Afde.)—So, you sleep at the west end of the town, do you
? Gingham. Always—it's vulgar to be in the city of an evening? besides I like to walk in Kensington-gardens in the morning—you know Kensington-gardens, father--the place where there's such a mixture of green leaves and brown powder-of blue violets and yellow shoes; and where there's such a croud, that to get air and exercise you stand a chance of broken bones and suffocation ! Well !-there I ftrut away, my boys
Fluß. You do-do you ?-I can hardly keep my hands off the rascal-So then, I suppose, the moment my back was turn'd, you never thought of business.
Gingham. Business !--no never—did I, Ready? I recollected myfather play'd the same gamebefore me ; that when he was clerk at the lottery-office, at billiards all the morning, and at hazard all the evening-therefore, fays I, where's the difference ?--none! but that he had the policy to conceal his tricks, and I the folly to thew mine-heh ! I'm right-an't I, Ready?
Fluß. You villain !—is this your reformation ? not even conceal your own faults, much more
mịne. Expose my character, neglect my trade, and strut away in Kensington-gardens ! I have done with you; from the country you came, and to the country you shall return-Speak the truth, indeed! zounds! firrah, what has truth to do with money-lending? [Here Ready exit.
Enter CLARA SEDLEY.
Clara. Oh, Guardy—I'm just come to Bath with Mr. and Mrs. Darnley—we are all on a visit at Sir George Gauntlet's, and
(seeing Gingham Mhe stops.). Flush. It's only my son, Clara—a simple foolith young man.
Gingham. (bowing to her.) More knave than fool, upon my honour, ma'am.
Clara. The gentleman don't praise himself I see, Mr. Flush.
Gingham. No, ma'am-nor do I know any body that will praise me—unless my father indeed.
Fluß. Silence, fir !--well: but about the rural pair, my dear ward ; do you know I have a great regard for Mr. and Mrs. Darnley.
Clara. Have you ? I'm vastly glad of that ; for your joint guardian, Sir Paul, is fo employ’d in seeking for his loft child, that he has forgot his promise to assist Darnley; therefore I want you to do him a favour.
Flush. A favour !-he may command me.
Clara. The case is this—his increase of family has so enlarg'd his expences, that he has thoughts of returning to the army-Sir George has promised to procure him a company, but Mrs. Darnley, not chuling he should owe his promotion to him, wishes he should purchase ; now,