Colonel S. D'ye know Sir Harry Wildair?
Tom. Ay, very well, sir; he's one of my best masters; many a round half crown have I had of his worship; he's newly come home from France, sir.
Colonel S. Go to the next coffee-house, and wait for me.——Oh, woman, woman, how blessed is man, when favoured by your smiles, and how accursed when all those smiles are found but wanton baits to sooth us to destruction. [Exeunt.
Enter Sir H. Wildair, and Clincher Senior, following.
Clinch. sen. Sir, sir, sir, having some business of importance to communicate to you, I would beg your attention to a trifling affair, that I would impart to your understanding.
Sir H. What is your trifling business of importance, pray, sweet sir?
Clinch. sen. Pray, sir, are the roads deep between this and Paris?
Sir H. Why that question, sir?
Clinch. sen. Because I design to go to the jubilee, sir. I understand that you are a traveller, sir; there is an air of travel in the tie of your cravat, sir: there is indeed, sir——I suppose, sir, you bought this lace in Flanders.
Sir H. No, sir, this lace was made in Norway.