Lack. Sir, my friend Tallyho is rather lavish in his recommendations—I have the honour to be known, and, indeed, live with some persons, not of the lowest order, in this, and—every country.
Tall. Yes, he has so many great acquaintances, and so polite himself—look at his hat—he has almost saluted away the front cock.
Lack. I hate ceremony, but one must be civil, you know.
Tall. Says so many good things too!—A capital bon motter.
Lack. Hang it!—no, Tallyho, my wit is rather o' the—sometimes, indeed, comes out with a little sally, that——
Colonel E. Sir, I should be proud to be introduced to your little Sally.
Lack. Ha! ha! ha! You shall, Colonel—my little Molly, and my little Jenny, and—ha! ha! ha! you see what I am, Colonel—rather an ordinary fellow, [Conceitedly.] but the ladies do squint at me, now and then, ha! ha! ha!—overheard a most diverting confab amongst that group of ladies yonder, as I passed them—Oh, dear! look at him, says one—at who? says another—that smart gentleman, says a third—I vow, a monstrous pretty fellow, says a fourth—but who is he? perhaps he's the English ambassador—oh, madam, not he, oh, not him, no, no—but at last they all concluded, from a certain something in my air, that I can be no other than—the Emperor, incog.—ha! ha! ha!
All. Ha! ha! ha!
Tall. Well said, Master Emperor! ha! ha! ha! but I will new robe your Imperial Majesty. [Apart to Lackland.] I'll touch him for a coat for you—A man of high taste in our modes. [Apart to the Colonel.] I'll try and get him to change a suit with you.
Lack. Why, I must say, I'm somewhat partial to the Newmarket style.