_Enter LEPOCHE._

_Lep._ Monsieur Lackland, I hear you have hooked up some cash; so, before it's all gone, pay me my money.

_Lack._ You too!--you little infernal miscreant, I'll pay you!

[_Beats him._

_Lep._ Ah misericorde! Ah pauvre moi!

[_Exit._

_Lack._ In spite of figs, raisins, canva.s.s sleeves, and moist sugar, have at Miss Bull, of Garlick Hill, and her fourscore thousand!

[_Exit._

_Enter LEPOCHE, peeping._

_Lep._ Vat, is he gone? [_Softly._]'Tis vell for him he is gone; Monsieur Lackland, you be von d.a.m.ned scoundrel, villain of de rogue--rascal! [_Vaunting._] and I voud break your----

_Enter ROBIN, from MRS. CASEY'S House._

_Robin._ I say, master--

_Lep._ [_Starts, much frightened._] Heigho! Oh, if it had been Monsieur Lackland, how I voud--hem!--vat you vant, Monsieur?

[_Imperiously._

_Robin._ What do I want? I want you, if you're the French tailor.

_Lep._ Oh, I must not affront my customer--[_Aside._] Vel, sir, I be de taileur, a votre service.

[_Bows._

_Robin._ Then, my master, Sir John Bull, is ever so impatient for you.

_Lep._ Oh, Sir John Bull--Ah, to take measure of him, for de new clothes--malpeste! I ave as much business as de grand financier.

_Robin._ Will you come?

_Lep._ Aprez vous, monsieur.

_Robin._ What?

_Lep._ After you, monsieur.

_Robin._ Oh!

[_Exeunt, LEPOCHE, ceremoniously._

SCENE II.

_SIR JOHN'S Apartments in the Hotel._

_Enter FIRST WAITER, introducing COLONEL EPAULETTE in an English Dress._

_Colonel E._ Only tell Sir John and my Lady de Bull, dat Colonel Epaulette is come to vait on dem.

_Waiter._ Sir!

_Colonel E._ Dat Colonel Epaulette is come to vait on dem.

_Waiter._ I shall, sir.

[_Exit._

_Colonel E._ By all I can hear, de must be vile bourgeois, but on account of my lord's recommendation, I must show dem some civility, and Squire Tallyho tells me, dey have a fine daughter too--Ay, my English dress is lucky upon de occasion--dey must be vonderfully pleased vid it.

Lepoche, my taileur, has not been in London for noting, and I am much oblige to Mr. Lackland for his advice in my affairs--I hope dey did tell my Ladyde Bull too, dat I vas coming to wait on her.

[_Retires._

_Enter SIR JOHN BULL, in a pa.s.sion, and ROBIN._

_Sir J. B._ You've been, sirrah, but where have you been?

_Robin._ Why, wasn't I sent for the French tailor?

_Sir J. B._ The French tailor! Oh, to take measure of me--well, where is he?

_Robin._ I don't know, he came into the house with me.

_Sir J. B._ Very well; since it must be so, go, and send him here.--[_Exit ROBIN._] Ha! ha! ha! any thing to please mademoiselle my wife, since I must be a jackanapes, and have a French tailor, ha! ha!

ha! Oh, 'gad here he is!

_Colonel E._ Oh, dis must be Sir John--[_Aside._] Sir, I am your most obedient servant.

_Sir J. B._ Servant, friend!

_Colonel E._ I presume, you are Sir John de Bull.

_Sir J. B._ Ay.