Both. Tol lol de rol, &c.
Colonel E. I lose five tousand to you on dis match—Dere is one tousand on de Paris bank, two de bank of England, von Drummond, and von Child.
[Gives Notes.
Lack. Tallyho, as I have none of my own, I'll adopt that child.
Colonel E. [Looks at Lackland with Admiration.] Ha! ha! ha! Le drole!
Tall. Oh yes, it's a very good joke. [Puts up Notes.] Colonel, this here is Squire What d'ye call him—Squire, that there is Colonel Thing-o-me, and now you know one another, shake fists.
Lack. Sir, your most obedient.
Tall. Colonel, this is an honest fellow, and a finished gentleman; a jig or allemande—Robin Gray or Mallbrook—he'll whip you through with a small sword, or break your head with a cudgel.
Colonel E. I'm much oblig'd to him, but is he fond of play?
Tall. Play! He'll pull the longest straw for a twenty pound joke, or run with you in a sack for a ginger-bread hat.