Scene I.The Hall of an Inn.
Enter Tom Fashion and Lory, Postilion following with a portmanteau.
Fash. Lory, pay the postboy, and take the portmanteau.
Lory. [Aside to Tom Fashion.] Faith, sir, we had better let the postboy take the portmanteau and pay himself.
Fash. [Aside to Lory.] Why, sure, theres something left in it!
Lory. Not a rag, upon my honour, sir! We eat the last of your wardrobe at Newmaltonand, if we had had twenty miles further to go, our next meal must have been of the cloak-bag.
Fash. Why, sdeath, it appears full!
Lory. Yes, sirI made bold to stuff it with hay, to save appearances, and look like baggage.
Fash. [Aside.] What the devil shall I do?[Aloud.] Harkee, boy, whats the chaise?
Post. Thirteen shillings, please your honour.
Fash. Can you give me change for a guinea?
Post. Oh, yes, sir.
Lory. [Aside.] So, what will he do now?[Aloud.] Lord, sir, you had better let the boy be paid below.
Fash. Why, as you say, Lory, I believe it will be as well.
Lory. Yes, yes, Ill tell them to discharge you below, honest friend.
Post. Please your honour, there are the turnpikes too.
Fash. Ay, ay, the turnpikes by all means.
Post. And I hope your honour will order me something for myself.
Fash. To be sure; bid them give you a crown.
Lory. Yes, yesmy master doesnt care what you charge themso get along, you
Post. And theres the ostler, your honour.
Lory. Psha! damn the ostler!would you impose upon the gentlemans generosity?[Pushes him out]. A rascal, to be so sursed ready with his change!
Fash. Why, faith, Lory, he had nearly posed me.
Lory. Well, sir, we are arrived at Scarborough, not worth a guinea! I hope youll own yourself a happy manyou have out-lived all your cares.
Fash. How so, sir?
Lory. Why, you have nothing left to take care of.
Fash. Yes, sirrah, I have myself and you to take care of still.
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