MRS. OAK. Ay, ay, pray do, sir! Dine at a tavern indeed! (Going.)
OAK. (returning). You may depend on me another time, Major.
MAJ. Steel! adamant! ah! 525
MRS. OAK. (returning). Mr. Oakly!
OAK. O, my dear! Exeunt.
Manent MAJOR OAKLYand CHARLES.
MAJ. Ha, ha, ha! there's a picture of resolution. There goes a philosopher for you! Ha, Charles!
CHAR. O, uncle! I have no spirits to laugh 530 now.
MAJ. So! I have a fine time on't, between you and my brother. Will you meet me to dinner at the St. Alban's, by four? We'll drink her health, and think of this affair. 535
CHAR. Don't depend on me: I shall be running all over the town, in pursuit of my Harriot. I have been considering what you have said; but at all events I'll go directly to Lady Freelove's. If I find her not there, which way I shall direct myself, 540 heaven knows.
MAJ. Hark ye, Charles! if you meet with her, you may be at a loss. Bring her to my house: I have a snug room, and --
CHAR. Pho! prithee, uncle, don't trifle with 545 me now.
MAJ. Well, seriously then, my house is at your service.
CHAR. I thank you. But I must be gone.
MAJ. Ay, ay, bring her to my house, and 550 we'll settle the whole affair for you. You shall clap her into a post-chaise, take the chaplain of our regiment along with you, wheel her down to Scotland, and when you come back, send to settle her fortune with her father. That's the modern art of 555 making love, Charles! Exeunt.
A room in the Bull and Gate Inn.
Enter SIR HARRY BEAGLEand TOM.
SIR H. Ten guineas a mare, and a crown the man; ha, Tom?
TOM. Yes, your honor.
SIR H. And are you sure, Tom, that there is no flaw in his blood? 5
TOM. He's as good a thing, sir, and as little beholden to the ground, as any horse that ever went over the turf upon four legs. Why, here's his whole pedigree, your honor.
SIR H. Is it attested? 10
TOM. Very well attested: it is signed by Jack Spur, and my Lord Startall. (Giving the pedigree.)
SIR H. Let me see. (Reading.)
Tom-come-tickle-me was got out of the famous Tantwivy mare, by Sir Aaron Driver's 15 chestnut horse White Stockings. White Stockings, his dam, was got by Lord Hedge's South Barb, full sister to the Proserpine filly, and his sire Tom Jones; his grandam was the Irish Duchess, and his grandsire 'Squire Sportly's 20 Trajan; his great-grandam, and great-great- grandam, were Newmarket Peggy and Black Moll; and his great-grandsire, and great-great- grandsire, were Sir Ralph Whip's Regulus, and the famous Prince Anamaboo. 25
John X Spur,
TOM. All fine horses, and won everything! 30 A foal out of your honor's Bald-faced Venus, by this horse, would beat the world.
SIR H. Well then, we'll think on't. But pox on't, Tom, I have certainly knocked up my little roan gelding, in this damned wild-goose chase 35 of threescore miles an end.
TOM. He's deadly blown, to be sure, your honor; and I am afraid we are upon a wrong scent after all. Madam Harriot certainly took across the country, instead of coming on to London. 40
SIR H. No, no, we traced her all the way up. But d'ye hear, Tom, look out among the stables and repositories here in town, for a smart road nag, and a strong horse to carry a portmanteau.
TOM. Sir Roger Turf's horses are to be sold: 45 I'll see if there's ever a tight thing there. But I suppose, sir, you would have one somewhat stronger than Snip: I do not think he's quite enough of a horse for your honor.
SIR H. Not enough of a horse! Snip's a 50 powerful gelding, master of two stone more than my weight. If Snip stands sound, I would not take a hundred guineas for him. Poor Snip! go into the stable, Tom; see they give him a warm mash, and look at his heels and his eyes. But 55 where's Mr. Russet all this while?
TOM. I left the squire at breakfast on a cold pigeon-pie, and enquiring after Madam Harriot in the kitchen. I'll let him know your honor would be glad to see him here. 60
SIR H. Ay, do. But hark ye, Tom, be sure you take care of Snip.
TOM. I'll warrant, your honor.
SIR H. I'll be down in the stables myself by and by. Exit TOM. 65____________________