SIR TUNBELLY CLUMSY.
Well, what says he?
TOM FASHION.
Only the rascal offered me a bribe to let him go.
SIR TUNBELLY CLUMSY.
Ay, he shall go, with a plague to him!—lead on, constable.
Enter SERVANT.
SERVANT.
Sir, here is Muster Loveless, and Muster Colonel Townly, and some ladies to wait on you. [To TOM FASHION.]
LORY.
[Aside to TOM FASHION.] So, sir, what will you do now?
TOM FASHION.
[Aside to LORY.] Be quiet; they are in the plot.—[Aloud.] Only a few friends, Sir Tunbelly, whom I wish to introduce to you.
LORD FOPPINGTON.
Thou art the most impudent fellow, Tam, that ever nature yet brought into the world.—Sir Tunbelly, strike me speechless, but these are my friends and acquaintance, and my guests, and they will soon inform thee whether I am the true Lord Foppington or not.
Enter LOVELESS, COLONEL TOWNLY, AMANDA, and BERINTHIA.—LORD FOPPINGTON accosts them as they pass, but none answer him. Fash.
So, gentlemen, this is friendly; I rejoice to see you.
COLONEL TOWNLY.
My lord, we are fortunate to be the witnesses of your lordship’s happiness.