DAVID
I'll call again, sir.
ACRES
Do—and see if there are any letters for me at the post-office.
DAVID I will.—By the mass, I can't help looking at your head!—if I hadn't been by at the cooking, I wish I may die if I should have known the dish again myself! [Exit.]
ACRES [Practising a dancing-step.] Sink, slide—coupee.—Confound the first inventors of cotillions! say I—they are as bad as algebra to us country gentlemen—I can walk a minuet easy enough when I am forced!—and I have been accounted a good stick in a country-dance.—Odds jigs and tabors! I never valued your cross-over to couple—figure in—right and left—and I'd foot it with e'er a captain in the county!—but these outlandish heathen allemandes and cotillions are quite beyond me!—I shall never prosper at 'em, that's sure—mine are true-born English legs—they don't understand their curst French lingo!—their pas this, and pas that, and pas t'other!—damn me! my feet don't like to be called paws! no, 'tis certain I have most Antigallican toes!
[Enter SERVANT.]
SERVANT
Here is Sir Lucius O'Trigger to wait on you, sir.
ACRES
Show him in.
[Exit SERVANT.]
[Enter Sir LUCIUS O'TRIGGER.]
Sir LUCIUS
Mr. Acres, I am delighted to embrace you.