ACRES
Ay, ay, the best terms will grow obsolete.—Damns have had their day.
[Re-enter FAG.]
FAG Sir, there is a gentleman below desires to see you.—Shall I show him into the parlour?
ABSOLUTE
Ay—you may.
ACRES
Well, I must be gone——
ABSOLUTE
Stay; who is it, Fag?
FAG
Your father, sir.
ABSOLUTE
You puppy, why didn't you show him up directly?
[Exit FAG.]
ACRES
You have business with Sir Anthony.—I expect a message from Mrs.
Malaprop at my lodgings. I have sent also to my dear friend Sir Lucius
O'Trigger. Adieu, Jack! we must meet at night, when you shall give me a
dozen bumpers to little Lydia.