Hardy. What's he gone?
Mrs. Rack. Yes; and I am glad he is. You would have ruined us!—Now, I beg, Mr. Hardy, you won't interfere in this business; it is a little out of your way.
[Exit Mrs. Racket.
Hardy. Hang me, if I don't though. I foresee very clearly what will be the end of it, if I leave ye to yourselves; so, I'll e'en follow him to the Masquerade, and tell him all about it: Let me see.—What shall my dress be? A Great Mogul? No.—A Grenadier? No;—no, that, I foresee, would make a laugh. Hang me, if I don't send to my favourite little Quick, and borrow his Jew Isaac's dress:—I know the Dog likes a glass of good wine; so I'll give him a bottle of my Forty-eight, and he shall teach me. Aye, that's it—I'll be Cunning Little Isaac! If they complain of my want of wit, I'll tell 'em the cursed Duenna wears the breeches, and has spoilt my parts. [Exit Hardy.
SCENE II.——Courtall's.
Enter Courtall, Saville, and three others, from an Apartment in the back Scene. (The last three tipsey.)
Court. You shan't go yet:—Another catch, and another bottle!
First Gent. May I be a bottle, and an empty bottle, if you catch me at that!—Why, I am going to the Masquerade. Jack——, you know who I mean, is to meet me, and we are to have a leap at the new lustres.
Second Gent. And I am going too—a Harlequin—(hiccups) Am not I in a pretty pickle to make Harlequinades?——And Tony, here—he is going in the disguise—in the disguise—of a Gentleman!
First Gent. We are all very disguised; so bid them draw up—D'ye hear!
[Exeunt the three Gentlemen.