Sir Luke. 'Tis well he does not—don't you repeat what I say—but you know how all this fine country is harrassed and laid waste by a set of Princes, Sultans, as they style themselves, and I know not what—who are for ever calling out to each other "that's mine," and "that's mine;"—and "you have no business here"—and "you have no business there"—and "I have business every where;" [Strutting] then "give me this,"—and "give me that;" and "take this, and take that."
[makes signs of fighting.]
Lady. A very elegant description truly.
Sir Luke. Why, you know 'tis all matter of fact—and Lord Flint, brought up from his youth amongst these people, has not one trait of an Englishman about him—he has imbibed all this country's cruelty, and I dare say wou'd mind no more seeing me hung up by my thumbs—or made to dance upon a red-hot gridiron——
Lady. That is one of the tortures I never heard of!—O! I shou'd like to see that of all things!
Sir Luke. Yes—by keeping this man's company, you'll soon be as cruel as he is—he will teach you every vice—a consequential—grave—dull—and yet with that degree of levity, that dares to pay his addresses to a woman, even before her husband's face.
Lady. Did not you say, this minute, his Lordship had not a trait of his own country about him?—
Sir Luke. Well, well—as you say, that last is a trait of his own country.
Enter Servant and Lord Flint.
Serv. Lord Flint.— [Exit Servant.