A Trip to Scarborough; and, The Critic

by Richard Brinsley Sheridan

TOM FASHION.
Stay—thou’lt distract me. But who comes here? My old friend, Colonel Townly.

Enter COLONEL TOWNLY.

My dear Colonel, I am rejoiced to meet you here.

COLONEL TOWNLY.
Dear Tom, this is an unexpected pleasure! What, are you come to Scarborough to be present at your brother’s wedding?

LORY.
Ah, sir, if it had been his funeral, we should have come with pleasure.

COLONEL TOWNLY.
What, honest Lory, are you with your master still?

LORY.
Yes, sir; I have been starving with him ever since I saw your honour last.

TOM FASHION.
Why, Lory is an attached rogue; there’s no getting rid of him.

LORY.
True, sir, as my master says, there’s no seducing me from his service.—[Aside.] Till he’s able to pay me my wages.

TOM FASHION.
Go, go, sir, and take care of the baggage.