[Exeunt severally; CAPTAIN ABSOLUTE kissing his hand to LYDIA—Mrs.
MALAPROP stopping her from speaking.]
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Scene IV—ACRES' Lodgings. [ACRES, as just dressed, and DAVID.]
ACRES
Indeed, David—do you think I become it so?
DAVID You are quite another creature, believe me, master, by the mass! an' we've any luck we shall see the Devon mon kerony in all the print-shops in Bath!
ACRES
Dress does make a difference, David.
DAVID
'Tis all in all, I think.—Difference! why, an' you were to go now to
Clod-Hall, I am certain the old lady wouldn't know you: Master Butler
wouldn't believe his own eyes, and Mrs. Pickle would cry, Lard presarve
me! our dairy-maid would come giggling to the door, and I warrant Dolly
Tester, your honour's favourite, would blush like my waistcoat.—Oons!
I'll hold a gallon, there ain't a dog in the house but would bark, and
I question whether Phillis would wag a hair of her tail!
ACRES
Ay, David, there's nothing like polishing.
DAVID
So I says of your honour's boots; but the boy never heeds me!
ACRES But, David, has Mr. De-la-grace been here? I must rub up my balancing, and chasing, and boring.