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whole parish. But what has been the occasion of this?

Mrs. Sneak. Why, has not he gone and made himself the fool of the fair? Mayor of Garratt indeed! ecod, I could trample him under my feet.

Sneak. Nay, why should you grudge me my pur.

farment?

Mrs. Sneak. Did you ever hear such an caff? Why, thee wilt be pointed at wherever thee goest. Look ye, Jerry, mind what I say; go, get 'em to choose somebody else, or never come near me again.

Sneak. What shall I do, father Sir Jacob?

Sir Jac. Nay, daughter, you take this thing in too serious a light; my honest neighbours thought to compliment me: but come, we'll settle the business at once. Neighbours, my son Sneak being seldom amongst us, the duty will never be done: so we will get our honest friend Heel-tap to execute the office he is, I think, every way qualified.

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Moh. A Heel-tap!

Heel, What d'ye mean? as Master Jeremy's deputy?

Sir Jac. Ay, ay, his locum tenens.

Sneak. Do, Crispin; do be my locum tenens. Heel. Give me your hand, Master Sneak, and to oblige you I will be the locum tenens.

Sir Jac. So, that is settled: but now to heal the other breach: Come, Major, the gentlemen of your cloth seldom bear malice; let me interpose betwcen you and my son.

Maj. Your son-in-law, Sir Jacob, does deserve a

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castigation; but on recollection, a cit would but sully my arms. I forgive him.

Sir Jac. That's right: as a token of amity, and to celebrate our feast, let us call in the fiddles. Now, if the Major had but his shoes, he might join in a country dance.

Maj. Sir Jacob, no shoes; a major must be never out of his boots; always ready for action. Mrs. Sneak will find me lightsome enough.

Sneak. What, are all the vomen engaged? Why, then, my locum tenens and I will jigg together. Forget and forgive, Major.

Maj. Freely.

Nor be it said, that after all my toil,

I stain'd my regimentals by a broil.

To you I dedicate boots, sword, and shield, Sir Jac. As harmles in the chamber, as the field.

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A COMEDY,

IN TWO ACTS,

WRITTEN BY SAMUEL FOOTE, ESQ.

AS PERFORMED AT THE

THEATRE-ROYAL COVENT-GARDEN.

The Lines distinguished by inverted Commas, are omitted in the Representation.

London:

PRINTED BY J. JARVIS,

ZOR J. PARSONS, N° 21, PATERNOSTER-ROW.

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