Man. Oh! his Maître d' Hôtel, his butler, his bailiff, his hind, his huntsman; and sometimes——his companion.
Lord Town. It runs in my head, that the moment this Knight has set him down in the house, he will get up, to give them the earliest proof of what importance he is to the public, in his own country.
Man. Yes, and when they have heard him, he will find, that his utmost importance stands valued at——sometimes being invited to dinner.
Lady Grace. And her Ladyship will make as considerable a figure, in her sphere too.
Man. That you may depend upon; for (if I don't mistake) she has ten times more of the jade in her, than she yet knows of; and she will so improve in this rich soil, in a month, that she will visit all the ladies that will let her into their houses; and run in debt to all the shopkeepers that will let her into their books: In short, before her important spouse has made five pounds by his eloquence at Westminster, she will have lost five hundred at dice and Quadrille, in the parish of St. James's.
Lord Town. So that, by that time he is declared unduly elected, a swarm of duns will be ready for their money; and his worship——will be ready for a jail.
Man. Yes, yes, that I reckon will close the account of this hopeful journey to London——But see, here comes the fore-horse of the team!
Enter John Moody.
Oh! Honest John!
John Moody. Ad's waunds and heart, Measter Manly! I'm glad I ha' fun ye. Lawd! lawd! give me a buss! Why that's friendly naw! Flesh! I thought we should never ha' got hither! Well! and how d'ye do, Measter?——Good lack! I beg pardon for my bauldness——I did not see 'at his Honour was here.