SCENE I.

CLINCHER JUNIOR'S _Lodgings_.

_Enter_ CLINCHER JUNIOR, _opening a Letter_; SERVANT _following_.

_Clinch. jun._ [Reads.] _Dear Brother--I will see you presently: I have sent this lad to wait on you; he can instruct you in the fashions of the town. I am your affectionate brother_, CLINCHER. Very well; and what's your name, sir?

_Dicky._ My name is Dicky, sir.

_Clinch. jun._ Dicky!

_Dicky._ Ay, Dicky, sir.

_Clinch. jun._ Very well; a pretty name! And what can you do, Mr. Dicky?

_Dicky._ Why, sir, I can powder a wig, and pick up a whore.

_Clinch. jun._ Oh, lord! Oh, lord! a whore! Why, are there many in this town?

_Dicky._ Ha! ha! ha! many! there's a question, indeed!----Harkye, sir; do you see that woman there, in the pink cloak and white feathers.

_Clinch. jun._ Ay, sir! what then?

_Dicky._ Why, she shall be at your service in three minutes, as I'm a pimp.

_Clinch. jun._ Oh, Jupiter Ammon! Why, she's a gentlewoman.

_Dicky._ A gentlewoman! Why so they are all in town, sir.

_Enter_ CLINCHER _senior_.

_Clinch. sen._ Brother, you're welcome to London.

_Clinch. jun._ I thought, brother, you owed so much to the memory of my father, as to wear mourning for his death.

_Clinch. sen._ Why, so I do, fool; I wear this, because I have the estate; and you wear that, because you have not the estate. You have cause to mourn, indeed, brother. Well, brother, I'm glad to see you; fare you well. [_Going._

_Clinch. jun._ Stay, stay, brother.----Where are you going?

_Clinch. sen._ How natural 'tis for a country booby to ask impertinent questions!--Harkye, sir; is not my father dead?

_Clinch. jun._ Ay, ay, to my sorrow.

_Clinch. sen._ No matter for that, he's dead; and am not I a young, powdered, extravagant English heir?

_Clinch. jun._ Very right, sir.

_Clinch. sen._ Why then, sir, you may be sure that I am going to the Jubilee, sir.

_Clinch. jun._ Jubilee! What's that?

_Clinch. sen._ Jubilee! Why, the Jubilee is----'Faith I don't know what it is.

_Dicky._ Why, the Jubilee is the same thing as our Lord Mayor's day in the city; there will be pageants, and squibs, and raree-shows, and all that, sir.

_Clinch. jun._ And must you go so soon, brother?

_Clinch. sen._ Yes, sir; for I must stay a month at Amsterdam, to study poetry.

_Clinch. jun._ Then I suppose, brother, you travel through Muscovy, to learn fashions; don't you, brother?

_Clinch. sen._ Brother! Pr'ythee, Robin, don't call me brother; sir will do every jot as well.

_Clinch. jun._ Oh, Jupiter Ammon! why so?

_Clinch. sen._ Because people will imagine you have a spite at me.--But have you seen your cousin Angelica yet, and her mother, the Lady Darling?

_Clinch. jun._ No; my dancing-master has not been with me yet. How shall I salute them, brother?

_Clinch. sen._ Pshaw! that's easy; 'tis only two scrapes, a kiss, and your humble servant. I'll tell you more when I come from the Jubilee. Come along. [_Exeunt._