you, mifter mounfieur, ha-how dare a you have d'affrontry

Sir GEORGE.

How !

Sir WILLIAM.

De impertinence to fit down, play wid me?

Sir GEORGE.

What is this?

Sir WILLIAM.

A beggarly Bourgois vis-à-vis, a baron of twenty descents.

But baron

LOADER.

Sir WILLIAM.

Bygar, I am almoft afham'd to win of fuch a low, dirty-Give me my monie's, and let a me never fee your face.

LOADER.

Why, but baron, you mistake this thing, I know the old buck this fellow prates about.

May be.

Sir WILLIAM.

LOADER.

Pigeon me, as true a gentleman as the grand fignor. He was, indeed, a good-natur'd, obliging, friendly fellow; and being a great judge of foap, tar, and train-oil, he us'd to have it home to his houfe, and fell it to his acquaintance for ready money, to ferve them.

Oh, dat, dat is anoder ting. Bygar I was afraid he was negotiant.

LOADER.

Nothing like it.

Enter DICK.

DICK.

A gentleman, to enquire for Mr. Loader,

LOADER.

I come A pretty fon of a bitch, this baron! pimps for the man, picks his pocket, and then wants to kick him out of company, because his uncle was an oil-man.

Sir WILLIAM.

[Exit.

I beg pardon, chevalier, I was mistake.

Sir GEORGE.

Oh, don't mention it; had the flam been fact, your behaviour was natural enough.

Enter LOADER.

LOADER.

Mr. Smirk, the auctioneer.

Sir GEORGE.

Shew him in, by all means.

[Exit Load.

Sir WILLIAM.

You have affair.

Sir GEORGE.

If you'll walk into the next room, they will be finished in five minutes.

Enter LOADER, with SHIFT, as SMIRK.

LOADER.

Here, mafter Smirk, this is the gentleman. Harkee, knight, did I not tell you, old Moll was your mark. Here he has brought you a pretty piece of man's meat already, as sweet as a nofegay, and as ripe as a cherry, you rogue. Difpatch him, mean time we'll manage the girl. [Exit.

SMIRK.

You are the principal.

Sir GEORGE..

Even fo. I have, Mr. Smirk, fome things of a confiderable value, which I want to difpose of immediately.

SMIRK.

We have an auction at twelve. I'll add your cargo to the catalogue.

Sir GEORGE.

Can that be done?

SMIRK.

Every day's practice: it is for the credit of the fale. Laft week, amongst the valuable effects of a gentleman, going abroad, I fold a choice collection of china, with a curious fervice of plate; though the real party was never master of above two Delft dishes, and a dozen of pewter, in all his life.

Sir GEORGE.

Very artificial. But this must be conceal'd.

SMIRK.

Bury'd here. Oh, many an aigrette and folitaire have I fold, to difcharge a lady's playdebt. But then we must know the parties; otherwise it might be knockt down to the husband himself. Ha, ha-Hey ho!

Sir GEORGE.

True, upon my word, your profeffion requires parts.

SMIRK.

No body's more. Did you ever hear, Sir George, what first brought me into the bufinefs?

Never.

Sir GEORGE.

SMIRK.

Quite an accident, as I may fay. You must have known my predeceffor, Mr. Prig, the greatest man in the world, in his way, ay, or that ever was, or ever will be, quite a jewel of a man, he would touch you up a lot; there was no refifting him. He would force you to bid, whether you would or no. I shall never fee his equal.

Sir GEORGE.

You are modeft, Mr. Smirk.

SMIRK.

No, no, but his fhadow. Far be it from me, to vie with that great man. But as I was faying, my predeceffor, Mr. Prig, was to have a fale as it might be on a Saturday. On Friday at noon, I fhall never forget the day, he was fuddenly feiz'd with a violent cholic. He fent for me to his bed-fide, fqueez'd me by the hand; dear Smirk, faid he, what an accident! You know what is to-morrow; the greatest fhew this feafon; prints, pictures, bronzes, butterflies, medals, and minionettes; all the world will be there; lady Dy Jofs, Mrs. Nankyn, the dutchefs of Dupe, and every body at all: You fee my ftate, it will be impoffible for me to mount. What can I do? It was not for me, you know, to advice that great man.