|desire him to lend you a thousand pounds.||200|
Y. FAS. 'Sdeath and Furies! why was that coxcomb thrust into the world before me? O Fortune -- Fortune -- thou art a bitch, by Gad!
Enter LORD FOPPINGTONin his night-gown.1
L. FOP. Page!
L. FOP. 'Sir!' Pray, sir, do me the favor to teach your tongue the title the king has thought fit to
|honor me with.||5|
PAGE. I ask your lordship's pardon, my lord.
L. FOP. Oh, you can pronounce the word, then; I thought it would have choked you. D'ye hear?
PAGE. My lord.
|L. FOP. Call La Vérole; I would dress --||10|
(Solus.) Well, 'tis an unspeakable pleasure to be a man of quality ----- strike me dumb! ----- 'My lord!' ----- 'Your lordship!' ----- 'My Lord Foppington!' ----- Ah! c'est quelque chose de beau, que le
|diable m'emporte.2 Why, the ladies were ready||15|
Enter LA VÉROLE.
[L. V.] Me Lord, de shoemaker, de tailor, de hosier, de sempstress, de barber, be all ready, if your lordship please to be dress.
L. FOP. 'Tis well; admit 'em.
|L. V. Hey, messieurs, entrez.||25|
Enter Tailor, etc.
L. FOP. So, gentlemen, I hope you have all taken pains to show yourselves masters in your professions.
TAI. I think I may presume to say, sir -----
L. V. 'My lord' ----- you clawn, you!
|TAI. Why, is he made a lord? ----- My lord,||30|
L. 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 raund -----
Whilst he puts on his clothes, enter YOUNG FASHION and LORY.
Y. FAS. Hey-dey, what the devil have we here?
|Sure my gentleman's grown a favorite at Court,||40|
LO. Sir, these people come in order to make him a favorite at Court; they are to establish him with the ladies.
|Y. FAS. Good God! to what an ebb of taste||45|
LO. Sir, tailors and periwig-makers are now become the bawds of the nation: 'tis they debauch all
Y. FAS. Thou sayest true; for there's that fop now, has not by nature wherewithal to move a cook- maid, and by that time these fellows have done with him, i'gad, he shall melt down a countess. But now
|for my reception: I'll engage it shall be as cold a||55|
L. FOP. (to his tailor). Death and eternal tartures! Sir, I say the packet's too high by a foot.
|TAI. My lord, if it had been an inch lower it||60|
L. FOP. Rat my pocket-handkerchief! Have not I a page to carry it? You may make him a packet
|up to his chin a purpose for it; but I will not have||65|
TAI. 'Tis not for me to dispute your lordship's fancy.
Y. FAS. (to LORY). His lordship! Lory, did you
LO. Yes, sir; I always thought 'twould end there. Now, I hope, you'll have a little more respect for him.
Y. FAS. Respect! Damn him for a coxcomb; now has he ruined his estate to buy a title, that he
|may be a fool of the first rate. But let's accost||75|
L. FOP. O Lard, Tam; I did not expect you in England: brother, I am glad to see you. ----- (Turn
|ing to his tailor.) Look you, sir, I shall never be||80|
|SEM. Oh, directly, my lord; it can never be||85|