O! 'tis my lord-Well, your servant, Mr Brush—I'll clean the cups in the next room. Brush. Do so-but never mind the bell-I shan't go this half hour.-Will you drink tea with me in the afternoon? Cb Maid. Not for the world, Mr Brush-1'3 be here to set all things to rights-but I must not drink tea indeed-and so your servant. [Exit maid with tea board. [Bell rings again.] Brusb. It is impossible to stupify one's self in the country for a week without some little flirting with the Abigails :— this is much the handsomest wench in the house, except the old citizen's youngest daughter, and I have not time enough to lay a plan for her (Bell rings.) And now I'll go to my lord, før I have nothing else to do. [going. Enter CANTON with neavs-papers in bis band. Cant, Monsieur Blush-maister Brush-my lor stirra yet? Brush. He has just rung his bell-1 am going to him. Cant. Depechez vous donc. [Ezil Brush. (Puts on spectacles.) I wish de devil had all dese papier I forget, as fast as lead—de advertise put out of my head de gazette, de gazette de chronique, and so dey all go l'un apres l'antie-I must get some nouvelle tor my lot, or he'll enrage contremoi-vos ans ![Reads in the papers.] Here is nothing but Anti-Sejanus and advertise be Enter maid with chocolate things. Vat you vant, child ?— cb Maid. Only the chocolate things, sir. Cant, O ver well-dat is good girl and ver prit too! Lord OGLEBY within. L Cgle. Canton hee-(coughs.)-Canton! [Exit Maid. Cant. I come my lervat shall I do?—I have no news -He vill make great tintamarre !. L Ogle. (within. ) Cauton, I say, Canton! where are you? Enter Lord OGLEBY leaning on BRUSH. Cant. Here my lor, I ask pardon my lor, I have not finish de papiers LOgl. L Ogle. Dem your pardon, and your papers; I want you here, Canton. Cant Den I run, dat is all (sbuffles along. )—lord Ogleby leans upon Canton too, and comes forward. L Ogle. You Swiss are the most unaccountable mixture you have the language and the impertinence of the French, with the laziness of Dutchmen. Cant. 'Tis very true, my lor-I can't help Cant. You are not in pain, I hope, my lor. L Øgle. Indeed but I am, my lor-that vulgar fellow Sterling, with his city politeness, would force me down his slope last night to see a clay coloured ditch, which he calls a canal; and what with the dew, and the east-wind, my hips and shoulders are absolutely screwed to my body. Cant. A littel veritable eau'd, arquibusade vil set all to right again- [My lord sits down, Brush gives chocolate. L Ogle. Where are the palsy diops, Brush? Brusb. Here, my lord! [Pouring out. 1. Ogle. Quelle nouvelle avez vouz, Canton? Cant. A great deal of papier but no news at all. L Ogle. What! nothing at all, you stupid fellow? Cant. Yes, my lr, I have littel advertise here vil give you inore plaisir den all de lyes about nothing at all. La voila! [Puts on bis spectacles. L Ogle. Come read it, Canton, with good emphasis, and discretion. Cant. I vil, my lor- (Cant réads.) Dere is no question, but dat de cosmetique royale vil utterlie take away all heats, pimps, frecks. and oder eruptions of de skin, and likewise de winque of old age, elc. etc.A great deal more, my lor-be sure for to ask de cosmetique royale, signed by de docteur cwn land-Dere is more reason for dis caution dan good men vil tink-En bein, my lor! L Ogle. En bien, Canton will you purchase any? Cant. For you, my lo? L Cgle. For me, you old puppy! For what? Cant. My lor? LOgle. Look in my face come, be sincere Does it want the assistance of art? Cant. Cant. (with bis spectacles) En verite, non.-'Tis very smooth and brillian-but I tote dat you might take a little by way of prevention. L Ogle. You thought like an old fool, monsieur, as you generally do- The surfeit-water, Brush! (Brush pours out.) What do you think, Brush, of this family, we are going to be connected with ?-Eh! Brush. Very well to marry in, my-loid! but it would not do to live with. L Ogle. You are right, Brush-There is no washing the Blackamoor white- Mr Sterling will never get rid of Black-Fryars, always taste of the Borachio-and the poor woman his sister is so busy, and so notable, to make one welcome, that I have not yet got over her first reception; it almost amounted to suffocation! I think the daughters are tolerable Where's my cephalic snuff? [Brush gives him a box. Cint. Dey tine so of you, my lor, for de look at nothing else, ma foi. L Ogle. Did they ?Why, I think they did a littleWhere's my glass? (Brush puts one on the table.) The youngest is delectable. [Takes snuff. Cunt. O, ouy, my lor very delect, inteed; she made doux yeaux at you, my lor. L Ogle. She was particular-the eldest, my nephew's lady, will be a most valuable wife; she has all the vulgar spirits of her father and aunt, happily. blended with the termagant qualities of her diseased mother. Some peppermint water, Brush !---how happy is it, Cant, for young la dies in general, that people of quality overlook every thing in a marriage-contract but their fortune. Cant. C'est bien heureux, et commode aussi. L Ogle. Brush, give me that pamphlet by my bed side→ (Bush goes for it.) Canton, do you wait in the anti-chamber, and let nobody interrupt me till I call you.. Cant. Mush goot may do your lordship! LOgle. (To Brush, who brings the pamphlet.) And now, Brush, leave me a little to my studies. [Exit Brush. Lord OGLEBY alone. What can I possibly do among these women here, with this confounded rheumatism! It is a most grievous enemy to gallantry gallantry, and add ess-(Gets off bis chair.)-He!-courage, my lor! by heav'ns, I'm another creature-(Hums and dances a little.) It will do, faith-Bravo, iny lor! these girls have absolutely inspir'd me-If they are for a game of romps-Me voila prit! (Sings and dances.) O that's an ugly twinge-but it's gone I have rather too much of the lily this morning in my complexion; a faint tincture of the rose will give a delicate spirit to my eyes for the day. (Unlocks a drawer at the bottom of the glass, and takes out rouge: while be's painting himself, a knocking at the door.) Who's there? I won't be disturb'd. Cant. (without.) My lor, my lor, here is mounsieur Sterling, to pay his devoir to you this morn in your chambre. L Ogle. (softly.) What a fellow! (aloud.) I am extremely honour'd by Mr Sterling-Why dont you see him in, monsieur?—I wish he was at the bottom of his stinking canal-(door opens.) Oh, my dear Mr Sterling, you do me a great deal of honour. Enter STERLING and LovEWELL. Sterl. I hope, my lord, that your lordship slept well in the night-I believe there are no better beds in Europe than I have- -I spare no pains to get 'em, nor money to buy 'em-His majesty, God bless him, don't sleep upon a better out of his palace, and if I said in too, I hope no treason, my lord. L Ogle. Your beds are like every thing else about you, incomparable! They not only make one rest well, but give one spirits, Mr Sterling. Sterl. What say you then, my lord, to another walk in the garden? You must see my water by day-light, and my walks, and my slopes, and my clumps, and my bridge, and my flowering trees, and my bed of Dutch tulips-Matters look'd but dim last night, my lord; I feel the dew in my great toe-but I would put on a cut shoe that I might be able to walk you about-I may be laid up to-morrow. L Ogle. I pray heav'n you may ! (Aside.) i Sterl. What say you, my lord? L Ogle. I was saying, Sir, that I was in hopes of seeing the young ladies at breakfast: Mr Sterling, they are, in my my mind,'the finest tulips in this part of the world—he' he. Cant. Bravissimo, my lor !-ha, ha, he. Sterl. They shall meet your lordship in the garden-we won't lose our walk for them; I'll take you a little round before breakfast, and larger before dinner, and in the evening you shall go to the Grand Tower, as I call it, ha, ha, ha. L Ogle. Not a foot, I hope; Mr Sterling-consider your gout, my good friend-You'll be laid by the heels for your politeness-he, he, he. Cant. Ha, ha, ha-'tis admirable! en verite! [Laughing very beartily. Sterl. If my young man (to Lovewell.) here, would but iaugh at my jokes, which he ought to do, as monsieur does at yours, my lord, we should be all life and mirth. LOgle. What say you, Cant, will you take my kinsman under your tuition? you have certainly the most companionable laugh I ever met with, and never out of tune. Cant. But when your lordship is out of spirits. L Ogle. Well said, Cant,-but here comes my nephew to play his part. Enter Sir JOHN Melvil. Well, Sir John, what news from the island of love? have you been sighing and serenading this morning? Sir John. I am glad to see your lordship in such spirits this morning. L Ogle. I'm sorry to see you so dull, Sir-What poor things, Mr Sterling, these very young fellows are! they make love with faces, as if they were burying the deadthough, indeed, a marriage sometimes may be properly called a burying of the living-eh, Mr Sterling? Sterl. Not if they have enough to live upon, my lordha, ha, ha. Cant. Dat is all monsieur Sterling tink of. Sir John. Prithee, Lovewell, come with me into the garden; I bave something of consequence for you, and I must communicate it directly. Love. We'll go together apart. If your lordship and Mr Sterling please, we'll pare the la dies to attend you in the garden. [Exeunt Sir John and Lovewell Sterl |