Omnes. Bravo! bravo!
1 Fel. The 'squire has got spunk in him.
2 Fel. I loves to hear him sing, bekeays he never gives us nothing that's low.
3 Fel. O damn anything that's low, I cannot bear it.
4 Fel. The genteel thing, is the genteel thing at any time. If so be that a gentleman bees in a concatenation accordingly.
3 Fel. I like the maxum of it, Master Muggins. What though I am obligated to dance a bear? a man may be a gentleman for all that. May this be my poison, if my bear ever dances but to the very genteelest of tunes: "Water parted," or "The minuet in Ariadne."
2 Fel. What a pity it is the 'squire is not come to his own! It would be well for all the publicans within ten miles round of him.
Tony. Ecod and so it would, Master Slang. I'd then show what it was to keep choice of company.
2 Fel. O he takes after his own father for that. To be sure, old 'squire Lumpkin was the finest gentleman I ever set my eyes on. For winding the straight horn, or beating a thicket for a hare, or a wench, he never had his fellow. It was a saying in the place, that he kept the best horses, dogs, and girls in the whole county.
Tony. Ecod, and when I'm of age I'll be no bastard, I promise you! I have been thinking of Bett Bouncer, and the miller's grey mare to begin with. But come, my boys, drink about and be merry, for you pay no reckoning.—Well, Stingo, what's the matter?