Lack. [Takes a Pinch.] And even your snuff, is execrable!
Mrs. Casey. Lookye, Mr. Lackland, that you're a gentleman every body knows; and you've a good estate, only it's all gone; and you're allowed to be a six bottle man, and a choice companion. Ah! the beginning of a good song at the latter end of a bottle is a capital thing for a house—Now, here, during the race time, I'll give you your board at the table d'hôte, and money in your pocket to pay the reckoning, if you'll only be a good jolly fellow, and encourage the company to drink, by a funny song, or a comical story.
Lack. What! live by entertaining a company?
Mrs. Casey. Yes; that's what I call earning your bread like a gentleman.
Lack. Make me your decoy-duck? Mrs. Casey, you're a widow, you'll oblige me if you'll marry somebody immediately.
Mrs. Casey. And why so, pray?
Lack. Madam, that I might have the superlative honour of twisting your husband by the nose.
[Bows gravely.
Mrs. Casey. Well, upon my honour, you're a very mannerly fellow! but I wish I had a husband, for your sake—Oh, I wish I had a husband!
Enter Gagger.