TOM FASHION.
If you please, Sir Tunbelly, it will be best for me not to confront this fellow yet, till you have heard how far his impudence will carry him.
SIR TUNBELLY CLUMSY.
Egad, your lordship is an ingenious person. Your lordship, then, will please to step aside.
LORY.
[Aside.] ’Fore heavens, I applaud my master’s modesty! [Exit with TOM FASHION.]
Enter SERVANTS, with LORD FOPPINGTON
disarmed.
SIR TUNBELLY CLUMSY.
Come, bring him along, bring him along.
LORD FOPPINGTON.
What the plague do you mean, gentlemen? is it fair time, that you are all drunk before supper?
SIR TUNBELLY CLUMSY.
Drunk, sirrah! here’s an impudent rogue for you now. Drunk or sober, bully, I’m a justice o’ the peace, and know how to deal with strollers.
LORD FOPPINGTON.
Strollers!
SIR TUNBELLY CLUMSY.
Ay, strollers. Come, give an account of yourself. What’s your name? where do you live? do you pay scot and lot? Come, are you a freeholder or a copyholder?