Lord Fop. Why then once for all; I have at last luckily call'd to mind, that there is a Gentleman of this Country, who I believe cannot live far from this place, if he were here, would satisfy you, I am Novelty, Baron of Foppington, with five thousand Pounds a year, and that Fellow there a Rascal, not worth a Groat.
Sir Tun. Very well; now who is this honest Gentleman you are so well acquainted with. [To Young Fash.] Come, Sir, we shall hamper him.
Lord Fop. 'Tis Sir John Friendly.
Sir Tun. So, he lives within half a Mile, and came down into the Country but last Night; this bold-fac'd Fellow thought he had been at London still, and so quoted him; now we shall display him in his Colours: I'll send for Sir John immediately. Here, Fellow, away presently; and desire my Neighbour he'll do me the favour to step over, upon an extraordinary Occasion; and in the mean while you had best secure this Sharper in the Gate-House.
Const. An't please your Worship, he may chance to give us the Slip thence: If I were worthy to advise, I think the Dog-kennel's a surer Place.
Sir Tun. With all my heart, anywhere.
Lord Fop. Nay, for Heaven's sake, Sir, do me the favour to put me in a clean Room, that I mayn't daub my Clothes.
Sir Tun. O when you have married my Daughter, her Estate will afford you new ones: Away with him.
Lord Fop. A dirty Country Justice is a barbarous Magistrate, stap my Vitals——
[Exit Constable with Lord Foppington.