Frank. Ha! I think my mafter's a little im patient too for his breakfast.

Foot. Shall I take up the things, Mr. Frank? Frank. 'Sdeath! what do you wait here for? Fly! I imagined you had left 'em above this half hour.

Foot. Why I thought

Frank. You thought! Ah! this thinking is the ruin of us. Now if you wou'd not think, but do as you are defired, it would makeFoot. I fuppofe a man may have leave.

Frank. No converfation, I beseech you: (bell rings.) Have you any ears?

Foot. I have, and hands too, and that you fhall find fome time or other.-Takes more airs upon himself than the mafter! [Half afide, and exit with the tea things.]

Frank. The impertinence and freedom of these fcoundrels is abfolutely intolerable.

Dig. Who fhould he make free with, if he can't with his fellow fervants?

Frank. Fellow fervants, Mr. Diggory! Do you make no difference between a fervant in livery, and a gentleman's gentleman? In the country, I fuppofe, it's "hail fellow well met;" but here, fir, we are delicate, nice, in our diftinctions for a valet moves in a fphere, and lives in a ftile as fuperior to a footman, as a Pall-mall groom porter to the marker of a tennis-court.

Dig. For certain, fir, we valet-de-fhams are grand fellows; but you'll fee more of that when I get on my new regimen-I mean my new liver; -pfha! my new clothes, I mean. Did you breakfast, fir?

Frank. Yes, I've had my chocolate.
Dig. Do take one flice of beef.

Frank,

Frank. What a vulgar breakfast ! beef! shocking!

Dig. I don't know as to that, Sir, but I have heard beef was Queen Elizabeth's breakfaft; and, if that's the cafe, I think it's good enough for I. Frank. But isn't that for your mafter? Dig. O, I'll leave enough for he, I'll warrant. (bell rings)

Frank. That must be for me, Mr. Diggory. Serviteur !

[Exit. Dig. How genteel he looks in his mafter's old clothes!

Enter TIM TICKLE.

Tic. Ha, Diggory! the London air agrees with you, I find; keep working, lad; ftrong beer is our ftream of life, and in good beef lies the marrow of an English conftitution-that's in the genteel way. (horn founds)

Dig. I muft follow the found of the horn. [Exit with beef, finging.

Re-enter FRANK.

Frank. Mr. Tickle, several perfons are waiting below for Mr. Lumpkin, and they afk to fee you.

Tic. Perfons!

Frank Yes, fir; there are tailors, fhoemakers, milliners, perfumers, dancing-masters, mufic-mafters and boxing mafters.

Tic. I'll be with them in a pig's whisper!

Frank. What a catiff for a gentleman's tutor !

O! he's fhocking!

[Exit.

Tic. Aye! now how could he do without me? If he wants a coat cut in the kick, who can fhew him? I-A tafty nab? Why Tim.Handfome pumps? I know the go. If he'd have a tune from his mufic-mafter, a thruft from his pushing-mafter, a ftep from his dancing-maf ter, or a fquare from his boxing-mafter, I'm the boy that can fhew him life in the genteel way.

Enter DIGGORY.

Dig. Mafter Tickle, the fquire wants you.
Tic. Iftir.

Dig. I'll tell him fo.

[Exit.

To

Tic. They can do nothing without me. ny Lumpkin's nobody without Tim Tickle. I'll go-no-I think I'll ftep firft and give my bear his breakfaft; poor foul! many a good one he has got me; aye, and may again for aught I know. The fquire's good at a promife, that's certain; but what's a promife? Pye-cruft. I'd no more depend upon a gemman's promise, than I would upon a broken ftaff, or a candidate for the county after he had gained his election. [Exit.

SCENE II.

A Chamber.

JONQUIL difcovered in a morning undress, FRANK attending with chocolate.

Jon. Frank, has your lady quitted her apart

ment.

Frank.

Frank. Yes, fir, I think I heard Mrs. Lavender fay-Oh, fir, here is my lady.

Enter Mrs. JONQUIL and LAVENder.

Jon. Good morning to you, madam.

[Exit.

Mrs. Jon. Thank you, Sir. Lavender, give those cards to Pompey, and defire him to deliver them agreeable to their addrefs. I have an immenfity of vifits, but muft pay them this morning in paper; or, Shock, you dear polite toad, will you take the chair, and be my reprefentative to the ladies? (to a lap-dog, which Lavender carries under her arm.) [Exit Lavender. Oh, my head! such a night! Mr. Jonquil, when did you break up at the masquerade?

Jon. I fancy, my dear, 'twas five.

Mrs. Jon. I might as well have accompanied you there, for I counted the clock 'till four. A masquerade to this house last night, was a Quaker's meeting. Such a noise aud uproar !

Jon. Uproar!-What was the matter?

Mrs. Jon. Only your coufin Tony holding his nocturnal revels.

Jon. Tony! So, fo, 'twas here he came, when he flipped from me at the Pantheon.

Mrs. Jon. Yes, here he came indeed; and fuch a ball as he held with the bear and the fervants, and the mob out of the ftreet, I believe !

Enter LAVENDER.

Lav. Madam, I'm forry I'm obliged to complain of a fervant, but don't blame me ma'm; but indeed there's no fuch thing as living in the house.

Mrs.

Mrs. Jon. What is all this?

Lav. Why ma'am, Mr. Diggory, 'Squire Lumpkin's man, ran into your ladyfhip's dreffing-room, and fnatched your cold cream off the toilet.

fon. Ha ha ha! what in the name of delicacy could Diggory want with the cold cream? Lav. He faid it would do to oil his wig, Sir. Jon. Ha! ha! ha!

Mrs. Jon. Nay, but Mr. Jonquil, this is beyond bearing. I'll affure you I'll

Jon. Come, my dear, don't be difcompofed, 'twill foon be at an end. [Exit. Lavender. Let me fee what time his mother proposes to be in town, for I think the fays fhe'll take a house for him. I have her letter here. I wish he was in a house of his own, from my foul, for in a fortnight I fhould not know mine from a carrier's inn.

Mrs. Jon. What gives me most fingular amazement is, that you chufe to be seen in public with him.

Jon. I grant that he is not the most eligible companion for a man of fathion: but at a mafquerade I was fafe from cenfure, for every body imagined the uncouthnefs of his appearance, and rufticity of his manners, merely the effect of his imitative genius. The company thought his behaviour all affumed, put on pour l'occafion; for he threw off his domino, and I'll affure you, fimple nature got him infinite reputation. He gaped at the masks, roared most stentoriously difcordant with the mufick; overfet the pyramids, pocketed the fweetmeats, broke the glaffes, made love to an Arcadian dairy maid, tripped up the heels of a harlequin, beat a hermit, who happened