A Trip to Scarborough; and, The Critic

by Richard Brinsley Sheridan

PUFF.
He calls him by his Christian name, to show that they are on the most familiar terms.

SIR WALTER RALEIGH.
O most accomplish’d Christopher! I find Thy staunch sagacity still tracks the future, In the fresh print of the o’ertaken past.

PUFF.
Figurative!

SIR WALTER RALEIGH.
Thy fears are just.

SIR CHRISTOPHER HATTON.
But where? whence? when? and what The danger is,—methinks I fain would learn.

SIR WALTER RALEIGH.
You know, my friend, scarce two revolving suns, And three revolving moons, have closed their course Since haughty Philip, in despite of peace, With hostile hand hath struck at England’s trade.

SIR CHRISTOPHER HATTON.
I know it well.

SIR WALTER RALEIGH.
Philip, you know, is proud Iberia’s king!

SIR CHRISTOPHER HATTON.
He is.

SIR WALTER RALEIGH.
His subjects in base bigotry And Catholic oppression held;-while we, You know, the Protestant persuasion hold.