Count. [Points to Peter.] Who is that ape in the corner?
Sol. Ape!—Oh! that is—with respect to your Excellency be it spoken—the son of my body; by name, Peter.
[Peter bows.
Count. So, so! Well, how goes all on?
Sol. Well and good; well and good. Your Excellency will see how I've improved the park: You'll not know it again. A hermitage here; serpentine walks there; an obelisk; a ruin; and all so sparingly, all done with the most economical economy.
Count. Well, I'll have a peep at your obelisk and ruins, while they prepare for dinner!
Sol. I have already ordered it, and will have the honour of attending your Right Honourable Excellency.
Count. Come, lead the way. Peter, attend your young master to the house; we must not tire him.
[Exit, conducted by Solomon.
Pet. We'll go round this way, your little Excellency, and then we shall see the bridge as we go by; and the new boat, with all the fine ribbands and streamers. This way, your little Excellency.