Tall. Miss Polly, how coy!
With her amorous boy,
Cries, dear sir! Oh fie, sir! and bridles her chin;
You impudent man, you,
How can you? how can you?
Henry. 'Tis all
Tall. 'Tis all
Both. To take the knowing one in;
For all declare,
That cheating is fair,
If it takes but the knowing one in.
[Exeunt.
SCENE III.
An Apartment in the Hotel.
Enter Sir John Bull, with a large Patch upon his Forehead, and French Waiter.
Sir J. B. Ah, see when they catch me upon a race horse again!—That scoundrel, Tallyho, did it to break my neck—Above all the beasts o'the field, to mount me upon Kick-him-Jenny! But I must get something to this cut—Have you no 'pothecaries here in France? [Waiter bows, and cringes.] I say, get me a doctor—[Waiter bows and cringes.]—I want a surgeon.
[Loud.