Prime. (Without). Have the goodness, young man, to desire my footman to tell my coachman to turn the horses heads towards the Military Club House:—
Enter PRIMEFIT.
And take that pair of buckskins from under the seat, that I’m going to take home to the Duke of Dolittle.
Reg. Very well Mr. Thing-emy. Must stick it into him for a new pair of kickses, by-and-by.
[Exit.
Prime. Gentlemen, your most obedient. Mr. Corinthian, yours. What are your commands? was it your little bill you wanted? because if it is, I’ve got it all ready—’tis but a small account! (Unrolls long bill).
Tom. Eh! (Looking at it). Oh, d—n your bill!
Log. (After looking at it). Ah, d—n your bill! (Throws himself on sofa).
Jerry. (Walking round it). Yes, d—n your bill!—I’m up, down, and see—I’m fly!
Prime. Very well, gentlemen, with all my heart—dem the bill; I’ll take care of the receipt though; (aside.) as you don’t want to discharge your account, Mr. Corinthian, perhaps you wish to add to it; if so, I’ll take your orders with pleasure.