body you've been on your travels.-Sir George -my fon!

Sir George. (bowing.) Sir, I'm very proud of the honour.

Gingham. Sir,-I'm very proud of-(bowing up to him, and fpying at his chitterlin.)-right India muflin, by all that's-mum!

Sir George. You've been a great traveller, fir, -much abroad!

Gingham. Abroad !—yes, fir-I was feldom at home-generally at the Weft End, for between ourfelves, though I was brought up to trade, I always defpis'd the warehouse-always-pfhaw!

Sir Paul. (taking him afide.) Zounds!-mind what you're at-confider, if you talk as my fon, about linens and the warehouse, they'll take your father for a tradefman; they'll fay I'm a haberdasher, knighted on a city address.

Gingham. A haberdasher!-that's a good one, a very good one-upon my foul, Sir George, my father isn't fuch a fool, as you take him for-no that he isn't-are you, father?

Lady Sarah Savage. (without.) When Mr. Flush comes, fhew him up ftairs.

Sir George. Here's your intended wife, fir'gad! I hope it will be a match, for Lady Sarah is fo anxious for a, hufband, that in the fcramble, fhe might feize me at laft-come, Sir Paul-let's leave the happy pair together.

Sir Paul. Now, remember what I told youLady Sarah is the effence of fashion and good breeding; and if you want to polish, and rub off the city-ruft, imitate her-copy her elegant manners.

Sir George. Ay: fhe's the rage!—and, if he wants to fecure her affections, bid him imitate

his father, Sir Paul-copy you, and he must fucceed with the women.

Sir Paul. Ay, that he muft, Sir Georgethere's not a girl at Newmarket, not a dancer at the opera, nor a finger at the ancient concert, but adores me-they treat me with the fame refpect they would a father-they fay, I'm fo quiet -fo inoffenfive-fo harmlefs.

Gingham. Harmlefs! do they fay you're harmlefs, father?

Sir Paul. Ay, harmless; and under that idea, I've done more mifchief than any ten dangerous men in Europe-So, copy her manners, and fuccefs to you, my boy!

[Exit with Sir George. Gingham. Bravo! thefe are fine times, Mafter Gingham,-but will they laft ?—is there no trick play'd, or to be play'd thee ?—Sir Paul I'm told has a way of difguifing himself in women's clothes, furely this is'nt another mafquerading affair-Ah! here's spouse !-now to imitate her fashionable manners.

Enter Lady SARAH SAVAGE.

Lady Sarah. Marry him, I will; because in the first place, there's a fcarcity of husbands; and in the next, being his wife, fecures Sir Paul's fortune, and makes Darnley for ever in my pow'r-befides, I can draw the youth into all my fchemes-hem!

Gingham. Hem! (imitating her.) If this is a woman of fashion, the breed is grown pretty bold I think

Lady Sarah. I must show him my fpirit-terrify him before marriage, in order to tame

him after. (Going towards him wriggling her head.)

Sir !

Gingham. (Going towards her wriggling his head.) Ma'am !

Lady Sarah. Give me a chair!

(Staring full in his face.)

Gingham. A chair, ma'am?

Lady Sarah. Yes, a chair, fir.

Gingham. (Staring full in her face.) Effence of breeding!-fhe's the effence of brass! (brings her a chair.) A chair, ma'am.

Lady Sarah. (Staring vacantly.) He little knows what a life I fhall lead him.

Gingham. (Shews alarm.) Heh!-a chair, ma'am?-here's a chair I fay-(loudly.)

Lady Sarah. Oh, I forgot-I am really so abfent-(fits down.) he he! he !

(Spying in his face.) Gingham. (fitting down.) Are you really? he! he he!-I fhould like to-(mimicking) imitate her manners: hang me if I dare-she has fet me all in a tremble-pheugh! (Puffing bimfelf with his hat, and drawing his chair from her.)

Lady Sarah. Look up, my hero! (flapping him.) You can't think how I rejoice at your being defign'd for the army. I'm of a military, martial turn myself, and fhall ferve every campaign with you.

Gingham. You ferve campaigns!-I wish I was out of the room-pheugh!

(afide.) Lady Sarah. I fhall make an excellent foldier-a dauntlefs warrior!-and if you talk of little unfledg'd fluttering enfigns, look at melook!-(baking him.) march !-wheel about!left! make ready!-prefent!-fire!

Gingham.

Gingham. (Looking firft at her feet, then at her head.) It is-it is an impoftor!-ugh! (whiftles.) Lady Sarah. Shan't I make a warlike appearance! animate one army, and intimidate another? reftore the name of Amazon-revive the age of chivalry, and if there are fools that threaten, and cowards that dread an invafion; Oh! how the thought fires me !-(rifes.)—give me a few champions like myfelf, and we'll ftand on our white cliffs, and fcare away whole nations.

Gingham. Damme, it's another man in woman's clothes! don't agitate yourself-be compos'd-(to her as he walks about.) what would I give to be fnug behind the counter?

Lady Sarah. I am no timid helpless woman; I can fhoot-I can fence-flourish a sword, or fire off a mufket!-penetrate your fword arm at the first thrust, or lodge a bullet in your forehead at forty yards.

Gingham. Keep cool-my hero, keep cool! Oh! it's a clear cafe-it's a man, and here am I to rub off the ruft, by being run through the body! fit down my fine fellow! fit down. Lady Sarah. Fine fellow!

Gingham. Ay, I fee how it is-Sir Paul has adopted me out of joke, and you are to make mince meat of me for my vanity!

Lady Sarah. Why, what is all this! (Smiling.)

mince meat!

Gingham. He fmiles! then the joke's at an end, and they don't mean to hurt me! give me your hand-you comical dog, give me your hand. Lady Sarah. Comical dog! what do you mean? explain.

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Gingham.

Gingham. Explain! nay: that's too bad-do you think I don't know you, my jolly boy?-do you think I can't fee you are a gentleman ? Lady Sarah. What! I a gentleman ?

Gingham. Ay, and a brave one too!-why I fufpected you at firft fight!-I faw there was nothing feminine about you, and then when I looked you full in the face, "pooh," fays I, this can never be a woman.

Lady Sarah. Not a woman!-have I ftudied modern fashions-exceeded all the prefent race of high-spirited women-only to be mistaken for- -Oh Lord! I never wept before in all my life-but this-Oh, I fhall faint-Oh, Oh! (Sits in a chair weeping.)

Enter FLUSH.

Flub. My rafcal of a fon has gone off with all my papers-Darnley's note among the number-and though Lady Sarah would give twice the value for it, I cannot find him

Gingham. (advancing to him.) Hush-not fo fo loud father-he'll flourish a fword-fire off a musket!

Flub. He !-who?-but how came you here, fir? in this difguife too!

Gingham. Phoo!-it isn't me that's difguis'd. A word-(whispers to him.)-there! (pointing to Lady Sarah Savage.)

Flub. What, that lady?

Gingham. No; that comical dog-I'm fure

of it-mum!

Flub. Ha, ha, ha-you blockhead! why it's Lady Sarah Savage! fhe's rather mafculine to be fure: