SCENE I.

_The Course.--A Shouting within._

_Enter TALLYHO and JOCKEY._

_Tall._ Huzza! Ecod, Dick, my boy, you did the thing nicely!

_Jockey._ Didn't I, your honour? I said I'd win for you--Huzza!

_Tall._ Huzza! we've banged the monsieurs. Hey for Yorkshire! d'ye hear--See Whirligig well rubbed down, and give her a horn of egg, milk, oil, and saffron; and while you lead her down the course in triumph, let the French horns play, _Britons strike home_. [Sings.] _Merry be the first of August._--Let's see, besides the fifteen thousand from this French Colonel Epaulette,--ay, I shall win twenty thousand by the day; and then my slang match to-morrow--Eh, Dick?

_Jockey._ Ay, sir; Whirligig and old England against the Globe--Huzza!

[_Exit._

_Enter ENGLISH WAITER._

_Eng. Wait._ Sir, my mistress would be glad to know how many she must provide dinner for.

_Tall._ Eh! Dinner!--true: Tell old Moll Casey to knock her whole house into one room, and to roast, boil, bake, and fricassee, as if she hadn't an hour to live--we're a roaring, screeching party----

_Enter LACKLAND._

_Lack._ Yes, tell your mistress we're a numerous party--I've left my name at the bar.

[_Calling out._

[_Exit WAITER._

_Tall._ Yes, I dare say they have your name in the bar--I see, by his grin, he wants to come Captain Borrowman, but 'twon't do.

[_Aside._

_Lack._ Ah, Tallyho, my dear fellow, I give you joy--Upon my honour I never saw finer running in the whole course of----

_Tall._ I won't lend you sixpence.

_Lack._ Sir!

_Tall._ It's a fine day.

_Lack._ Why, sir, as to the--ha! ha! ha! Upon my soul, you are the most----

_Tall._ So I am, ha! ha! ha!

_Lack._ Ha! ha! ha! Oh, I have you, ha! ha! ha!

_Tall._ No, you han't, ha! ha! ha! Nor you won't have me, ha! ha! ha! I'm not to be had--know a thing or two--up to all--if you're flint, I'm steel.

_Lack._ Well, but don't strike fire to me--reserve your flashes of wit or----

_Tall._ You will catch them, as your coat is a kind of tinder, ha! ha! ha!

_Lack._ Sir, I desire you will find some other subject for your jokes.

_Tall._ True, your coat is rather a thread-bare subject, ha! ha! ha!--touching the cash makes a body so comical, ha! ha! ha!

_Lack._ Cash; ay, your wit is sterling to-day, Tallyho, and as you carry your brains in your pocket, I wish you'd change me a twenty pound joke.

_Tall._ Ha! ha! ha! Ah, well, Lackland, you're so full of jokes, that you even laugh at the elbows, ha! ha! ha! that is the best humoured suit of clothes--

_Lack._ [_Calmly._] Sir, if you were any body else, upon my honour, I'd knock you down!

_Tall._ Hold, if you raise your arm, you'll increase the laugh--Come, don't be angry, [_Looks out._] and I'll help you to a graver sort o'coat, that's not quite so much upon the broad grin, ha! ha! ha! Hush! I'll introduce you to Colonel Epaulette yonder.

_Lack._ [_Looking._] That, ay, a right Frenchman; one might guess by his mirth that he has lost to day.

_Tall._ True; but I keep up the old saying, ha! ha! ha! they may laugh that win.

_Lack._ I've heard the most unaccountable stories of his attempt at our style of doing things.

_Tall._ Yes, I'm his tutor; I teach him all our polite accomplishments.

_Lack._ Polite! then I suppose he can drink, swear, play at cricket, and smoke tobacco.

_Tall._ Yes, he comes on, but I'll give him up to you--or you to him, to get rid of you.

[_Aside._

_Lack._ Yet, I am told this French gentleman has a most benevolent heart--a man of much worth.

_Tall._ Yes, he is worth twenty thousand a year.

_Lack._ I like a man of twenty thousand a year--hem! tell him who I am.

[_With great Consequence._

_Tall._ I'll tell him, you're a wrangling mastiff, pointer-made--he thinks so highly of our courage, with him, the boldest bully, is the bravest Briton, ha! ha! ha!--he's so fond of our English customs, ha! ha! ha! why, he'd introduce himself to a duchess, with a zounds; and thinks if he can come out with a dozen dammes or so, he speaks very good English.

_Enter COLONEL EPAULETTE, singing._

Colonel E. _Rule Britannia, Britannia rule de vay._ Ah, my victorious squire--[_Sings._] _If you should like, De Yorkshire tyke, an honest lad behold me._

_Both._ Tol lol de rol, &c.

_Colonel E._ I lose five tousand to you on dis match--Dere is one tousand on de Paris bank, two de bank of England, von Drummond, and von Child.

[_Gives Notes._

_Lack._ Tallyho, as I have none of my own, I'll adopt that child.

_Colonel E._ [_Looks at LACKLAND with Admiration._] Ha! ha! ha! Le drole!

_Tall._ Oh yes, it's a very good joke. [_Puts up Notes._] Colonel, this here is Squire What d'ye call him--Squire, that there is Colonel Thing-o-me, and now you know one another, shake fists.

_Lack._ Sir, your most obedient.

_Tall._ Colonel, this is an honest fellow, and a finished gentleman; a jig or allemande--Robin Gray or Mallbrook--he'll whip you through with a small sword, or break your head with a cudgel.

_Colonel E._ I'm much oblig'd to him, but is he fond of play?

_Tall._ Play! He'll pull the longest straw for a twenty pound joke, or run with you in a sack for a ginger-bread hat.

_Lack._ Sir, my friend Tallyho is rather lavish in his recommendations--I have the honour to be known, and, indeed, live with some persons, not of the lowest order, in this, and--every country.

_Tall._ Yes, he has so many great acquaintances, and so polite himself--look at his hat--he has almost saluted away the front cock.

_Lack._ I hate ceremony, but one must be civil, you know.

_Tall._ Says so many good things too!--A capital bon motter.

_Lack._ Hang it!--no, Tallyho, my wit is rather o' the--sometimes, indeed, comes out with a little sally, that----

_Colonel E._ Sir, I should be proud to be introduced to your little Sally.

_Lack._ Ha! ha! ha! You shall, Colonel--my little Molly, and my little Jenny, and--ha! ha! ha! you see what I am, Colonel--rather an ordinary fellow, [_Conceitedly._] but the ladies do squint at me, now and then, ha! ha! ha!--overheard a most diverting confab amongst that group of ladies yonder, as I passed them--Oh, dear! look at him, says one--at who? says another--that smart gentleman, says a third--I vow, a monstrous pretty fellow, says a fourth--but who is he? perhaps he's the English ambassador--oh, madam, not he, oh, not him, no, no--but at last they all concluded, from a certain something in my air, that I can be no other than--the Emperor, incog.--ha! ha! ha!

_All._ Ha! ha! ha!

_Tall._ Well said, Master Emperor! ha! ha! ha! but I will new robe your Imperial Majesty. [_Apart to LACKLAND._] I'll touch him for a coat for you--A man of high taste in our modes. [_Apart to the COLONEL._] I'll try and get him to change a suit with you.

_Lack._ Why, I must say, I'm somewhat partial to the Newmarket style.

_Colonel E._ I tink his coat look de Oldmarket style.

_Tall._ Yes, but from your coat, and your feathered head, he took you for a drummer.

_Colonel E._ Sacre Dieu! he did not--Zounds--Damme!

_Tall._ [_To the COLONEL._] Yes; but he's such a shot, he'd snuff a candle on your head!

_Colonel E._ Sir, I vill snuff my head myself; and I vill snuff my nose myself, in spite of any body.

[_Takes Snuff in a hasty manner._

_Lack._ Colonel, without offence to your nose, lend me your little finger.

_Tall._ Do, he'll give it you again.

_Colonel E._ [_Shaking Hands with LACKLAND._] Ah, I see he is de true Englishman; for he has de courage to fight, and de good nature to forgive.--Mr. Lackland, vill you dine vid me to-morrow?

_Lack._ Dine! my dear fellow, I'll breakfast with you--I'll stay a whole month in your house.

_Colonel E._ [_With Joy._] Indeed!

_Tall._ Yes, and you'll find it cursed hard to get him out of it, he's so friendly.

_Colonel E._ [_To LACKLAND._] Gi' me your hand--You're a most hospitable fellow! Zounds! Damme!

_Lack._ Oh, pray, Tallyho, isn't that your sister Celia?

_Tall._ [_Looking._] Yes, that's sister Celia.

_Lack._ Haven't seen her some time--A fine girl, indeed!

_Tall._ I wish I'd left her behind, in Paris.--Badger'd--pestered with petticoats, when one has their betts and their business to mind.

_Colonel E._ I vill vait on de lady.

_Lack._ Yes, we'll all wait on the lady.--I shall engage her hand at the ball to-night.

_Tall._ Lackland, be quiet: she has a fortune.

_Lack._ Well, has her money spoiled her dancing?

_Tall._ No; but I am her guardian, Master Emperor.

_Lack._ Ha! ha! ha! then, by Heaven! I'll attack Miss Buffalo, or what is that--the grocer's----

_Tall._ What, then you have thrust your copper face into Sir John Bull's family?

_Lack._ Bull! ay, I thought it was some beast or other.

_Colonel E._ Oh, my Lady de Bull--Oh, dat is she, dat is recommend to me by a noble duke in Paris.

_Tall._ The daughter Doll is a fine filly--We start for matrimony, on our return to Paris.

_Lack._ After dinner, I'll challenge him in pint bumpers of Casey's burgundy.

_Colonel E._ And I sall shake an elbow, and set de merry caster.

_Tall._ Very well, very well, gentlemen, have at you both--yoicks--hurrah!

AIR.--TALLYHO.

_I'm yours at any sort of fun, My buck, I'll tell you so; A main to fight, a nag to run, But say the word, 'tis done and done, All's one to Tallyho._

_Upon a single card I'll set A thousand pound, or so. But name the thing, I'll bind the bet, And, if I lose, I'll scorn to fret; All's one to Tallyho._

_Suppose you challenge in a glass, Sweet Doll, my pretty Doe; And think your love could mine surpass, I'd swallow hogsheads, for my lass, All's one to Tallyho._

[Exeunt.

_Enter CELIA, calling after them._

_Celia._ Brother! why, brother! was there ever such a mad mortal! Lud, I wish he'd left me in Paris. I wish I hadn't left England--Fontainbleau!--better to have shone on the Steyne, at Brighton--Bless me! I wish I had only one dear beau, if but to keep me out o'the way o'the coaches--talk of French gallantry, and attention to the ladies! I protest, we've quite spoiled them--No, I find I have no chance here, while rivalled by Eclipse, Gimcrack, and Whirligig--Now, if love would but throw the handsome officer in my way, that entertained me so agreeably at the Sunday opera, at Paris.

_Enter HENRY and ROSA._

_Henry._ [_Seeing CELIA._] Yes, 'tis she, 'tis my charming unknown.

[_Aside._

_Celia._ Is that lady with him? [_ROSA takes HENRY'S Arm._] takes him by the arm!--I wonder women haven't some regard to decency, in public!

[_Exit, singing._

_Rosa._ [_Agitated, and looking about._] If Lord Winlove follows me,--death to him, or my brother, must be the consequence. [_Aside._] Henry, if you design to take me to the convent to-night, we shall be too late--the gate's shut at vespers.

_Henry._ [_Looking after CELIA,_] 'Sdeath, if I lose her now, difficult, perhaps, to meet again--and, if I quit Rosa, she'll----

_Enter LAPOCHE._

_Lap._ Ah, Mademoiselle Rosa! I'm glad you have escape from dat cruel rogue of a--[_HENRY turns._] my dear friend, I am so overjoice I overtake a you--I did vash you all over dis great horse field--I did ask a for you all de littel jockeyboy, and I vas vip, and push, and kick, and tump about, from dis a post, to dat a post--

_Henry._ Well, pray what did you want with me?

_Lep._ Only in your hurry, I did forget to give you de receipt for your lodging money.

_Henry._ Oh, I forgot to pay you, that's it; but I wasn't gone.--[_Looking out._] If she mixes in that crowd, I shall certainly lose her--may I venture to leave Rosa in this fellow's care? [_Aside._] Lepoche, I want to speak to a person yonder, you'll oblige me exceedingly, if you'll not quit this lady till I return.

_Lep._ [_Apart._] I varrant I vil stick close.

_Henry._ Rosa, I shall be back in a few minutes.

[_Exit._

_Lap._ [_Aside._] Ah, dat you may never come back, except to pay a me.

_Rosa._ Cruel Henry! so severely to censure me for a passion, of which, your own heart is so susceptible!

_Lap._ Oh my dearest, sweetest----

_Rosa._ Tell me, have you seen the gentleman since?

_Lep._ De pretty gentilhomme dat love a you? oui.

_Rosa._ Where?

_Lep._ Dis morning, in my looking glass.

_Rosa._ How perplexing! Tell me, man--I mean the gentleman that--has that gentleman been to inquire for me since?

_Lep._ Ah, sly coquin--I have hear all about you--You, 'scape from de convent in man's coat, to de gentleman--den here you run avay vid de captain from de gentleman, and now, I see it in your eye, you vant to run back to de gentleman again.

_Rosa._ You're not much out there.

_Lep._ I see she love me ver much. [_Aside._] I vill go see vere de captain is got--hush you little devil of a sly pretty rogue!

[_Exit._

_Rosa._ How perverse! by loitering here, Lord Winlove and Henry must certainly meet, and I have the worst to dread from their violence of temper.

_Enter LAPOCHE._

_Lap._ All is safe--your captain is facing up to anoder lady--come to my house vid me.

_Rosa._ 'Tis certainly the surest, and speediest means of seeing my lord again--then the necessity of relieving him from the anxiety, into which, my absence must have thrown him--I'm strongly tempted, notwithstanding the impertinence of this fellow.

_Lep._ She ver fond of me, vonce I have her in my power, if she be unkind--up I lock her for de Lady Abbess. [_Aside._] Oh, you pretty pattern for a tailor's wife--I do adore de dimple of your chin--your hand soft as Englis broad cloth--your lip, Genoa velvet, and your eye bright as de Birmingham button.