Plain. I think you need not;
For you have not lost by't. [Exit.
1 Gent. Who would ha' thought this would have prov'd a Gentleman?
I'll never trust long chins and little legs agen,
I'll know 'em sure for Gentlemen hereafter:
A gristle but in shew, but gave his cuff
With such a fetch, and reach of gentry,
As if h' had had his arms before the floud;
I have took a villanous hard taske upon me;
Now I begin to have a feeling on't.
Enter Lapet, and Clown his servant, and so habited.
Oh, here comes a try'd piece, now, the reformed kick.
The millions of punches, spurns, and nips
That he has endur'd! his buttock's all black Lead,
He's half a Negro backward; he was past a Spaniard
In Eighty eight, and more Ægyptian like;
His Table and his Book come both out shortly,
And all the cowards in the Town expect it;
So, if I fail of my full number now,
I shall be sure to find 'em at Church corners,
Where Dives, and the suff'ring Ballads hang.
Lap. Well, since thou art of so mild a temper,
Of so meek a spirit, thou mayst live with me,
Till better times do smile on thy deserts.
I am glad I am got home again.
Clow. I am happy in your service, Sir,
You'll keep me from the Hospital.
Lap. So, bring me the last proof, this is corrected.
Clow. I, y'are too full of your correction, Sir.
Lap. Look I have perfect Books within this half hour.
Clow. Yes Sir.