A Trip to Scarborough; and, The Critic

by Richard Brinsley Sheridan

TOM FASHION.
How’s that?

MISS HOYDEN.
Why tell her she’s a handsome comely woman, and give her half a crown.

TOM FASHION.
Nay, if that will do, she shall have half a score of ’em.

MISS HOYDEN.
O gemini! for half that she’d marry you herself.—I’ll run and call her. [Exit.]

TOM FASHION.
So! matters go on swimmingly. This is a rare girl, i’faith. I shall have a fine time on’t with her at London.

Enter LORY. So, Lory, what’s the matter?

LORY.
Here, sir—an intercepted packet from the enemy; your brother’s postilion brought it. I knew the livery, pretended to be a servant of Sir Tunbelly’s, and so got possession of the letter.

TOM FASHION.
[Looks at the letter.] Ouns! he tells Sir Tunbelly here that he will be with him this evening, with a large party to supper.—Egad, I must marry the girl directly.

LORY.
Oh, zounds, sir, directly to be sure. Here she comes. [Exit.]

TOM FASHION.
And the old Jezebel with her.