LORD FOPPINGTON.
Then you need not go till Saturday [Exit LA VAROLE] as I am in no particular haste to view my intended sposa. I shall sacrifice a day or two more to the pursuit of my friend Loveless’s wife. Amanda is a charming creature—strike me ugly! and, if I have any discernment in the world, she thinks no less of my Lord Foppington.
Re-enter LA VAROLE.
LA VAROLE.
Milor, de shoemaker, de tailor, de hosier, de sempstress, de peru, be all ready, if your lordship please to dress.
LORD FOPPINGTON.
’Tis well, admit them.
LA VAROLE.
Hey, messieurs, entrez!
Enter TAILOR, SHOEMAKER, SEMPSTRESS, JEWELLER, and MENDLEGS.
LORD FOPPINGTON.
So, gentlemen, I hope you have all taken pains to show yourselves masters in your professions?
TAILOR.
I think I may presume, sir—
LA VAROLE.
Milor, you clown, you!
TAILOR.
My lord—I ask your lordship’s—pardon, my lord. I hope, my lord, your lordship will be pleased to own I have brought your lordship as accomplished a suit of clothes as ever peer of England wore, my lord—will your lordship please to view ’em now?