Mons. Canton. Thou art always dreaming of my intrigues, and never seest me badiner but you suspect mischief, you old fool, you.
CANTON. I am fool, I confess; but not always fool in dat, my Lor, he, he, he.
|LORD OGLEBY. He, he, he. Thou art incorrigible, but thy absurdities||30|
CANTON. You do me great honeur, my Lor.
LORD OGLEBY. 'Tis fact, upon my soul. Thou art properly my cephalick snuff, and art no bad medicine against megrims, vertigoes and profound thinking--ha, ha, ha.
CANTON. Your flatterie, my Lor, vil make me too prode.
LORD OGLEBY. The girl has some little partiality for me, to be sure.
|But prithee, Cant, is not that Miss Fanny yonder?||40|
CANTON (looking with a glass). En verite, 'tis she, my Lor, 'tis one of de pigeons--de pigeons d'amour.
LORD OGLEBY. Don't be ridiculous, you old monkey. (Smiling.)
CANTON. I am monkee, I am ole, but I have eye, I have ear, and a little understand, now and den.
LORD OGLEBY. Taisez vous, bête!
CANTON. Elle vous attend, my Lor. She vill make a love to you.
LORD OGLEBY. Will she? Have at her then! A fine girl can't oblige me more. Egad, I find myself a little enjouée. Come along, Cant! She
|is but in the next walk--but there is such a deal of this damned||50|
Exit singing in French.
Another part of the garden.
Lovewell and Fanny
LOVEWELL. My dear Fanny, I cannot bear your distress; it overcomes all my resolutions, and I am prepared for the discovery.
FANNY. But how can it be effected before my departure?
LOVEWELL. I'll tell you. Lord Ogleby seems to entertain a visible partiality for you; and notwithstanding the peculiarities of his behavior, I am sure that he is humane at the bottom. He is vain to an____________________