[Exeunt.
ACT THE SECOND.
SCENE I.
The Course.—A Shouting within.
Enter Tallyho and Jockey.
Tall. Huzza! Ecod, Dick, my boy, you did the thing nicely!
Jockey. Didn't I, your honour? I said I'd win for you—Huzza!
Tall. Huzza! we've banged the monsieurs. Hey for Yorkshire! d'ye hear—See Whirligig well rubbed down, and give her a horn of egg, milk, oil, and saffron; and while you lead her down the course in triumph, let the French horns play, Britons strike home. [Sings.] Merry be the first of August.—Let's see, besides the fifteen thousand from this French Colonel Epaulette,—ay, I shall win twenty thousand by the day; and then my slang match to-morrow—Eh, Dick?
Jockey. Ay, sir; Whirligig and old England against the Globe—Huzza!