Sir Greg. Wonderful! good now, good now! a passionate man! Lack-a-day! I am glad the pope is not to have Gibraltar though!

END OF ACT I.

[Exit.

ACT

ACT II.

Sir Gregory, and Timothy reading a News-paper to

him.

Tim, Constantinople, N. S.

Grand Seignour

Nov. 15. The

Sir Greg. Lack-a-day! good now, Tim, the politics, child; and read the stars, and the dashes, and the blanks, as I taught you, Tim.

Tim. Yes, father. We can assure our readers that the D-dash is to go to F blank; and that a certain noble Lis to resign his pe inthe T―y, in order to maker-m for the two three

stars.

Sir Greg. Wonderful! good now, good now! great news, Tim! ah, I knew the two three-stars would come in play one time or other! this London Evening knows more than any of them. Well, child, well!

Tim. From the D. J.

Sir Greg. Ay, that's the Dublin Journal. Go on, Tim.

Tim. Last Saturday a gang of highwaymen broke into an empty house on Ormond-Quay, and stripped it of all the furniture.

Sir Greg

Sir Greg. Lack-a-day! wonderful! to what a height these rogues are grown!

Tim. The way to Mr. Keith's chapel is, turn of your

Sir Greg. Pshaw! skip that, Tim; I know that road as well as the doctor! 'tis in every time.

Tim. I. Ward, at the Cat and Gridiron, Petticoat-lane, makes tabby all over for people inclined to be crooked; and, if he was to have the universal world for making a pair of stays, he could not put better stuff in them.

Sir Greg. Good now! where's that, Tim?
Tim. At the Cat and Gridiron, father.

Sir Greg. I'll minute that: all my lady Izard's children, good now! are inclined to be crooked.

Enter a Waiter.

you.

Wait. Sir, Mr. Jenkins begs to speak with Sir Greg. Good now! desire him to walk in. [Exit Waiter,

Enter Jenkins.

Jenk. I thought it might not be improper to pre pare you for a visit from Sir Penurious Trifle: I saw him and his daughter alight at the apothecary's above.

Sir Greg. What, they are come? Wonderful! Very kind, very kind, very kind, indeed! Mr.-Come, Tim, settle my cravat; good now! let's be

a little decent-remember your best bow to your mistress, Tim.

Tim. Yes, father: but must not I kiss Miss Suck?

Sir Greg. Lack-a-day! ay, ay! pray, is cousin Hartop come along?

Jenk. I have not seen him: - but I fancy I had better introduce my neighbours.

Sir Greg. Good now! would you be so kind! [Exit Jenkins.] Stand behind me, Tim! Pull down your ruffles, child!

Tim. But, father, won't Miss Suck think me bold if I kiss her chaps the first time?

Sir Greg. Lack-a-day! no, Tim, no! faint heart never won fair lady! ha! Tim, had you but seen me attack Dame Winny!-but times ar'n't as they were; good now! we were another kind of folks in those days; stout hearty smacks that would have made your mouth water again, and the mark stood upon the pouting lip like the print upon a pound of butter: but the master-misses of the present age go, lack-a-day! as gingerly about it, as if they were afraid to fill their mouths with the paint upon their mistress's cheeks. Ah, the days I have seen!

Tim. Nay, father, I warrant, if that's all, I kiss her hearty enow, fath and soul!

Sir Greg. Hush! Tim, hush! stand behind me, child.

Enter

Enter Hartop as Sir Penurious Trifle, and Jenny as Miss Sukey, and Jenkins,

Sir Greg. Sir Penurious, I am overjoyed! Good now!

Hart. Sir Gregory, I kiss your hand! My daughter Suck.

Sir Greg. Wonderful! Miss, I am proud to Son Tim, Sir Penurious; best bow, child! Miss Suck

Tim. An't that right, father?

[Kisses her.] Sir Greg. Good now, good now! I am glad to see you look so well! you keep your own, Sir Penurious.

Hart. Ay, ay! stout enough, Sir Gregory, stout enough, brother knight! hearty as an oak! hey, Dick? Gad, now I talk of an oak, I'll tell you a story of an oak; it will make you die with laughing; hey, you Dick, you have heard it; shall I tell it Sir Gregory?

Jenk. Though I have heard it so often, yet there is something so engaging in your manner of telling a story that it always appears new.

Sir Greg. Wonderful! good now, good now! I love a comical story. Pray, Sir Penurious, let's have it: mind, Tim, mind, child.

Tim. Yes, father; fath and soul, I love a choice story to my heart's blood!

Hart. You knight, I was at Bath last summer ;a water that people drink when they are ill: you have heard of the Bath. Dick? Hey, you?