SERJEANT.
Why, to be sure, Sir Harry Hen, is as I may say—
CHARLOT.
Nobody Sir, in the fullest sense of the word—Then your client Lord Solo.
SERJEANT.
Heyday!—Why you would not annihilate a peer of the realm, with a prodigious estate and an allow'd judge too of the elegant arts.
CHARLOT.
O yes, Sir, I am no stranger to that nobleman's attributes; but then, Sir, please to consider, his power as a peer he gives up to a proxy; the direction of his estate, to a rapacious, artful attorney: and as to his skill in the elegant arts, I presume you confine them to painting and music, he is directed in the first by Mynheer Van Eisel, a Dutch dauber; and in the last is but the echo of Signora Florenza, his lordship's mistress and an opera singer.
SERJEANT.
Mercy upon us! at what a rate the jade runs!