[Mimicking Lackland, and puts up the Purse.
Lack. Damnation! [Tallyho sings, going.] Tallyho, you'll never miss it—return me the purse.
Tall. The purse—to be sure, my dear boy, you shall have it—there's the purse.
[Takes out the Money, and throws him the empty Purse.
Sings.]
"Then he leap'd over Lord Anglis's Wall,
And seem'd to say, little I value you all."
[Exit, singing.
Lack. Perdition seize cards, dice—every cursed tool of fortune—that infernal—blind—partial hag! Oh here comes Mrs. Casey, with her sedan chair, and brown musket, upon me—what—what shall I do?
Enter Mrs. Casey, Waiters, Boots, Cook, &c.
Mrs. Casey. Here, your honour—here's your honour's bill—Bob has drawn it out fairly—