Shoe. Your lordship may please to feel what you think fit; but the shoe does not hurt you. I think I understand my trade.
Lord F. Now by all that's great and powerful thou art an incomprehensible coxcomb! but thou makest good shoes and so I'll bear with thee.
Tom Fashion personates his brother, Lord Foppington, and goes down to the country seat of Sir Tunbelly Clumpsey, in hope of marrying his rich daughter. The old Squire at first turns out to meet him with guns and pitchforks, but changes to the utmost servility on hearing that he is a lord. It is now Tom's object to have the marriage ceremony performed before he is discovered.
Fashion. Your father, I suppose you know, has resolved to make me happy in being your husband, and I hope I may depend upon your consent to perform what he desires.
Miss Hoyden. Sir, I never disobey my father in anything but eating of green gooseberries.
Fash. So good a daughter must needs be an admirable wife; I am therefore impatient till you are mine, and hope you will so far consider the violence of my love as not to defer my happiness so long as your father designs it.
Miss H. Pray, my lord, how long is that?
Fash. Madam, a thousand years—a whole week.
Miss H. A week! why I shall be an old woman by that time.