desire him to lend you a thousand pounds. 200 I'll engage you prosper.
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 to puke at me, whilst I had nothing but Sir Navelty to recommend me to 'em. Sure, whilst I was but a knight, I was a very nauseous fellow. Well, 'tis ten thousand pawnd well given ----- stap my vitals ----- 20
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 I ask your lordship's pardon, my lord; I hope, my lord, your lordship will please to own, I have brought your lordship as accomplished a suit of clothes as ever peer of England trode the stage in,3 my lord: will your lordship please to try 'em now? 35
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 he has got so many people at his levee.
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 are women fallen, that it should be in the power of a laced coat to recommend a gallant to 'em -----
LO. Sir, tailors and periwig-makers are now become the bawds of the nation: 'tis they debauch all the women. 50
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 one, as a courtier's to his friend, who comes to put him in mind of his promise.
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 would not have held your lordship's pocket-handkerchief.
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 mine come so near my face.
TAI. 'Tis not for me to dispute your lordship's fancy.
Y. FAS. (to LORY). His lordship! Lory, did you observe that? 70
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 him. (To LORD FOPPINGTON.) Brother, I'm your humble servant.
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 reconciled to this nauseous packet; therefore pray get me another suit with all manner of expedition, for this is my eternal aversion. Mrs. Callicoe, are not you of my mind?
SEM. Oh, directly, my lord; it can never be 85 too low --____________________