Col. Town. Come with me; I shall pass by it.

Fash. I wish you could pay this visit for me, or could tell me what I should say to him.

Col. Town. Say nothing to him—apply yourself to his bag, his sword, his feather, his snuff-box; and when you are well withthem, desire him to lend you a thousand pounds, and I’ll engage you prosper.

Fash. ’Sdeath and furies! why was that coxcomb thrust into the world before me? O Fortune, Fortune, thou art a jilt, by Gad!

[Exeunt.

Scene II.—Lord Foppington’s Dressing-room.

Enter Lord Foppington in his dressing-gown, and La Varole.

Lord Fop. [Aside.] Well, ’tis an unspeakable pleasure to be a man of quality—strike me dumb! Even the boors of this northern spa have learned the respect due to a title.—[Aloud.] La Varole!

La Var. Milor——

Lord Fop. You ha’n’t yet been at Muddymoat Hall, to announce my arrival, have you?

La Var. Not yet, milor.

Lord Fop. Then you need not go till Saturday—[Exit La Varole] as I am in no particular haste to view my intended sposa. I shall sacrifice a day or two more to the pursuit of my friend Loveless’s wife. Amanda is a charming creature—strike me ugly! and, if I have any discernment in the world, she thinks no less of my Lord Foppington.

Re-enter La Varole.

La Var. Milor, de shoemaker, de tailor, de hosier, de sempstress, de peru, be all ready, if your lordship please to dress.

Lord Fop. ’Tis well, admit them.

La Var. Hey, messieurs, entrez!

Enter Tailor, Shoemaker, Sempstress, Jeweller, and Mendlegs.

Lord Fop. So, gentlemen, I hope you have all taken pains to show yourselves masters in your professions?

Tai. I think I may presume, sir——

La Var. Milor, you clown, you!

Tai. My lord—I ask your lordship’s pardon, my lord. I hope, my lord, your lordship will be pleased to own I have brought your lordship as accomplished a suit of clothes as ever peer of England wore, my lord—will your lordship please to view ’em now?

Lord Fop. Ay; but let my people dispose the glasses so that I may see myself before and behind; for I love to see myself all round.

[Puts on his clothes.

Enter Tom Fashion and Lory. They remain behind.
conversing apart.