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and so my little right honourable—I'll honour you with my company. [Shaking him by the band.
Savage. Hush ! if you want money don't own it: we great people are close
Gingham. I know it; oeconomical too ! you live cheap.
Savage. What! people of fashion live cheap ?
Gingham. To be sure ; 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
mother's name was Gingham.
Gingham. It was ; that's the name of her, and of the town.
Savage. Say you so ?–(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.
Savage. There! there is your son ! who was born at Tunbridge—whose mother's name was Gingham, and who is now without a shilling 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 ! Ging ham. My father!
Sir Paul. Ay; thy real father : who has a fortune to bestow on thee, and health, youth, and spirits to share in all thy pleasures-The dog has my right eye to a T.
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 immense property.
Gingham. Has he ?
Savage. Yes: and if it's certain you are his son, he'll give you every farthing of it.
Gingbam. Oh ! if that's the case--if he has an immense property~let me see who dare deny it? Sir, your blessing !-(kneeling.)-I always said I wasn't my father's own child.
Sir Paul. Rise 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 muslins now!-let the shop and all its swindling go to the bottom—I'm the son of Sir Paul Perpetual, better known by the name of old P. I'm not a tradesman
Sir Paul. Tradesman ! zounds !-my son brought up in a shop! how it freezes my warm blood !-look’ye, my boy-two things I must request of you-never to talk about trade or mention your former father's naine.
Gingham. Never I'll never mention his name because I despise it; but as to trade, what's bred in the bone, you know father
Sir Paul. Well-well—come to Mr. Savage's house; there we'll introduce you to your intended wife-Miss Savage will soon break you of talking about trade, or the city-so come along.
Savage. Ay : pray give up the city--the rich rogues have no taste for us men of wit and genius--they estimate every thing by property,
and if the great Ben Jonson-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 finallest bank-note is more entertaining than the wittiest manuscript; 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. shall stick to gay old P.
SCENE I. - A Drawing-Room in Asr. Savage's
House at Bath,
Enter Sir George GAUNTLET and Signor Cyg
Sir George, Bravo! Signor bravissimo !-and fo Lady Sarah Savage has actually persuaded Darnley, that his wife loves another man?
Signor. Si-at first he no believe—but Lady Sarah lay it down with such courage—her oaths were so superbe, and mine so magnifique, that 'at last he accompany us with tears-pauvre Mister 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 saw Madame Darnley and her 'cousin maltraité by some qu'on appelle bobbies--villains who fight de duels, and interrupt de music-Vell! de child relieve de ladies, conduct them home-sup, and dough all de time he make love to Mad’moiselle Clara
Sir George. Yet Lady Sarah Savage fixes on him for Mrs. Darnley's gallant-excellent! and if this scheme fails, I understand she has another there is Mr. Flush_a sort 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
Stignor. Je comprehende-she say, give me my heart, or pay me my money-ah ha!—I see you will be the first fiddle yourself;—(looking out.) le voici !-here is Mr. Flush !
Sir George. No—it's Sir Paul and the son you spoke of-good day, Signor-and if
fee 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 sing himself—toujours—if he has de cold de sore throat-il chante! and begar: he fing as well with the hoarseness, 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 she under my own roof!-now, if I can persuade her to retaliate-here's her supposed gallant.
Gingham. I tell you, father, Clara Sedley is the girl of my heart !-your ward is the girl for young
P. Sir Paul. Nonsense !-haven't I made you a gentleman-stuck a sword by your side?-haven't I brought you here to address Lady Sarah Savage ?--ha! Sir George !--now mind (to Gingbam.) and conceal your low education--not a word about trade or the warehouse; for I mean to put you into the army, and I've told every