(_Enter_ SIR ROBERT) _Sir Robert._ Well, Mr. Quicksett, I told you he was reform'd. _Quicksett._ No, no it will never do--he is reform'd indeed! To be plain with you Sir Robert, he's little better than a Monkey, I think. I have heard how he had the Mob at his heels today, and I don't wonder at it. There's no harm done, Sir Robert, I'll take the Girl into the Country with me. _Sir Robert._ Nay but dear Mr. Quicksett, let me speak to you. _Quicksett._ In short his Journey to France has made him a mere Ragout--and so I'll go and order Harriet to pack up all her things. _Sir Robert._ (_To Jack_) I told you what your foppery wou'd do--Ecod I am so provok'd I cou'd find it in my Heart to marry the Girl myself. _Quicksett._ I'll tell you what, Sir Robert--you're still hale and hearty, and to show how willing I am to match with you, say but the word and you shall have her yourself before that weasen-fac'd thing--but where's Harriet? (_Exit_) _Sir Robert._ Nay, nay, but Mr. Quicksett. (_Follows him_) _Jack._ Hey! Who's without there? Here comes that clodpated fellow-- (_Enter_ ROGER) Roger, let all my People be ready for me to dress. _Roger._ Why the things are detained at the Coostum Hoose, and so there's no cloaths, unless you'll put on Something out of the old Trunk, you left above Stairs before you went abroad. _Jack._ What, put on an English dress! _Roger._ It would give my heart joy to see it, Master. _Jack._ Was ever an unfortunate Gentleman in such distress? Such a day of Embarras, I never knew--pelted by the Mob, and my Father now threatening to have the Girl himself. Old Cojer is still a tough piece of Oak, and if he shou'd get a chopping Boy Egad, it may spoil the Beau. Let me see--why as my French Manners are all mere Affectation and as it will be much harder for me to keep it up I don't know whether I had not better own the Truth. _Roger._ You had, indeed Master, and be a brave Englishman as you was before. _Jack._ Egad, I have a mind to surprize 'em with another Frolick--let me take a moment's thought. Roger do you follow me upstairs. (_Exit_) (_Reenter_ SIR ROBERT _and_ QUICKSETT) _Sir Robert._ The young Man, Mr. Quicksett has no harm in him in the main-- _Quicksett._ Well but you know I am a downright Englishman, and I can never think of marrying my Daughter to a ridiculous ape of _those perfidious Frenchman who have always been_ the Disturbers of Europe--_and now have put the Nation to such an Expense_. (_Enter_ HARRIET) _Harriet._ Did you send for me, Sir? _Quicksett._ Yes child; you must pack up all your things, and to get ready to go with me into the country to-morrow Morning. _Harriet._ I shall be ready to obey you, Sir. _Sir Robert._ Well, but Mr. Quicksett believe me, when he is got off this folly, the young Man may still make a figure.