Tayl. 'Tis not for me to dispute your Lordship's Fancy.
Young Fash. to Lory.] His Lordship! Lory, did you observe that?
Lo. Yes, Sir; I always thought 'twould end there. Now, I hope, you'll have a little more Respect for him.
Young Fash. Respect! Damn him for a Coxcomb; now has he ruin'd his Estate to buy a Title, that he may be a Fool of the first Rate: But let's accost him——
To Lord Fop.] Brother, I'm your Humble Servant.
Lord Fop. O Lard, Tam; I did not expect you in England: Brother, I am glad to see you——
Turning to his Taylor.] Look you, Sir. I shall never be reconcil'd to this nauseous Packet; therefore pray get me another Suit with all manner of Expedition, for this is my eternal Aversion. Mrs. Callicoe, are not you of my Mind?
Semp. O, directly, my Lord, it can never be too low—
Lord Fop. You are passitively in the right on't, for the Packet becomes no part of the Body but the Knee.
Semp. I hope your Lordship is pleas'd with your Steenkirk.