Fontainbleau; a comic opera. In three acts

by John O'Keeffe

[Calling.

Mrs. Casey. Ah, man, what signifies your conceit?—such a bashaw! here you come and call, like a lord, and drink like a lord, and there you are in my books six whole pages, without a scratch, like a lord Ogh, you've run up a thumping bill, and, I warrant, you'll pay it like a lord.

[Courtesies ironically.

Lack. That I shall, ma'am; produce your bill.

[Takes out a Purse, and chinks it.

Mrs. Casey. Oh, miracles will never cease—well, I said all along, that your honour was a prince.

[Courtesies.

Lack. Madam, my bill!

Mrs. Casey. Lord, your honour, what need your honour mind the bill now? sure your honour may pay it any time.

[Courtesies.