and fo my little right honourable-I'll honour you with my company. [Shaking him by the band. Savage. Hufh! if you want money don't own it: : we great people are close

Gingham. I know it; œconomical too!you live cheap.

Savage. What! people of fashion live cheap? Gingham. To be fure; you don't pay; and if that isn't living cheap, the devil's in't!-ha! here's the fainting gentleman again !—who the deuce is he?

Savage. I fancy you'll find him a pretty near relation of yours—at least, if you were born at Tunbridge, and your mother's name was Gingham.

Gingham. It was; that's the name of her, and of the town.

Savage. Say you fo?-(Enter Sir Paul Perpetual.) The racers are mine, Sir Paul!

Sir Paul. Ay: my whole ftud-any thing: every thing! only let me have another peep at my dear boy!-only let me prove to posterity! Savage. There he is.

Sir Paul. Where?

Savage. There! there is your fon! who was born at Tunbridge-whofe mother's name was Gingham, and who is now without a fhilling in his pocket, or a friend in the world-joy! joy! old boy! you've got a young P. at last!

Sir Paul. Stand off! let me come at him come to thy father's arms!

Gingham. My father!

Sir Paul. Ay; thy real father: who has a fortune to bestow on thee, and health, youth, and fpirits to fhare in all thy pleasures-The dog has my right eye to a T.

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Gingham

Gingham. (To Mr. Savage.) Pray does your friend bite in his fits?

Savage. (afide to Gingham.) Hark'ye-it's Sir Paul Perpetual! better known by the name of old P.-he has an immenfe property. Gingham. Has he?

Savage. Yes: and if it's certain you are his fon, he'll give you every farthing of it.

Gingham. Oh! if that's the cafe-if he has an immenfe property-let me fee who dare deny it? Sir, your bleffing!-(kneeling.)—I always faid I wasn't my father's own child.

Sir Paul. Rife my boy! my darling! and tell us how the citizen educated you !-The turn of my nose exactly!

Gingham. I've done with linens, gauzes, and muflins now!-let the fhop and all its fwindling go to the bottom-I'm the fon of Sir Paul Perpetual, better known by the name of old P. I'm not a tradefman

Sir Paul. Tradefman! zounds !-my fon brought up in a fhop! how it freezes my warm blood!-look'ye, my boy-two things I must requeft of you-never to talk about trade or mention your former father's name.

Gingham. Never-I'll never mention his name because I defpife it; but as to trade, what's bred in the bone, you know father

Sir Paul. Well-well-come to Mr. Savage's houfe; there we'll introduce you to your intended wife-Mifs Savage will foon break you of talking about trade, or the city-fo come along.

Savage. Ay: pray give up the city-the rich rogues have no tafte for us men of wit and genius-they eftimate every thing by property,

and

and if the great Ben Jonfon-nay, if the great Big Ben, were alive, is there one citizen would give the poor dogs a dinner?

Sir Paul. No-you're right there; in the city a man that has no money, has no wit-the finalleft bank-note is more entertaining than the wittieft manufcript; and talk of Ben Jonson's name for jokes-damme, Abraham Newland beats him hollow! isn't it true, my boy?

Gingham. As true, as that you beat my other father hollow-come-henceforth, no moneylending tricks for me. But young P. O. fhall ftick to gay old P.

[Exeunt.

ACT

ACT IV.

SCENE I.-A Drawing-Room in Mr. Savage's
Houfe at Bath,

Enter Sir GEORGE GAUNTLET and Signor CxG

NET.

Sir George, Bravo! Signor braviffimo !-and fo Lady Sarah Savage has actually perfuaded Darnley, that his wife loves another man?

Signor. Si-at first he no believe-but Lady Sarah lay it down with fuch courâge-her oaths were fo fuperbe, and mine fo magnifique, that 'at laft he accompany us with tears-pauvre Mifter Darnley!-Ah ha!-you no forget my vife's concert.

Sir George. And who did you say Mrs. Darnley was attached to?

Signor, Attendez-Sir Paul-what you callold P.-he has found one child-eh bien !-the enfant was at the comedie, and faw Madame Darnley and her 'coufin maltraité by fome qu'on appelle bobbies-villains who fight de duels, and interrupt de mufic-Vell! de child relieve de ladies, conduct them home-fup, and dough all de time he make love to Mad'moifelle Clara

Sir George. Yet Lady Sarah Savage fixes on him for Mrs. Darnley's gallant-excellent! and if this fcheme fails, I understand she has another -there is Mr. Flufh-a fort of money-agent. Signor. Je connois-je connois-he make a you poor, by lending you cash.

Sir George. This Mr. Flush has got Darnley's note for two hundred pounds-now he can't pay it; and therefore if Lady Sarah Savage buys it

up

Signor. Je comprehende-fhe fay, give me my heart, or pay me my money-ah ha!—I fee you will be the firft fiddle yourfelf;-(looking out.) le voici !-here is Mr. Flush!

Sir George. No-it's Sir Paul and the fon you fpoke of good day, Signor-and if you see Darnley, tell him I'm out of town.

Signor. I vill!-ecoutez-I no like to meet this Sir Paul-ven he ask me to his house, he always fing himself-toujours-if he has de cold -de fore throat-il chante! and begar: he fing as well with the hoarfenefs, as without-bonjour, Sir George-bon-jour-(going, recollects and turns back.) Ah ha!-you no forgot my vife's concert?

Exit.

Sir George. Darnley, jealous of his wife! and fhe under my own roof!-now, if I can perfuade her to retaliate-here's her fuppofed gallant.

Enter Sir PAUL and GINGHAM, elegantly dreffed.

Gingham. I tell you, father, Clara Sedley is the girl of my heart !-your ward is the girl for young P.

Sir Paul. Nonfenfe !-haven't I made you a gentleman-ftuck a fword by your fide?-haven't I brought you here to addrefs Lady Sarah Savage?-ha! Sir George !-now mind (to Gingham.) and conceal your low education-not a word about trade or the warehoufe; for I mean to put you into the army, and I've told every body