(_Enter_ ROGER) _Roger._ Odds my heart! He'll be downstairs presently; a has taken another frolick, as he calls it, but if he sticks to it, it will be the best frolick I ever knew un to take. _Sir Robert._ What's the matter Roger? _Roger._ It will do your Heart good to see un--but here a comes. (_Enter_ JACK _in an English Dress_) _Jack._ There Gentlemen, behold me once more an honest Englishman. _Quicksett._ Why now, indeed, he looks like something. _Sir Robert._ Can this be in earnest Lad? _Jack._ In downright Earnest, I assure you, Sir. I consider'd my French Manners as an Incumbrance after the many disasters of this day, and so I resolv'd at one bold fling, to discharge my whole Retinue of follies, and since my heart is in fact engag'd to this Lady, I hope Mr. Quicksett, you will now give her hand to an undisguised Briton. _Quicksett._ The Name and Look of a Briton warms my Blood, and if I thought you in earnest-- _Jack._ Sir, you may depend I shall have sense enough never to despise my own country again. _Quicksett._ Here, here, take her hand, she's yours from this Moment. _Roger._ Ay, I knew there was true blood at the Bottom. _Sir Robert._ This is so unexpected a change I am transported with joy--Mr. Wildfire--Mr. Foxchase, come up and be partners of my Happiness. _Jack._ They'll be glad to see me an honest fellow again. (_Enter_ WILDFIRE _and_ FOXCHASE) My dear Boy Wildfire give us your hand. _Wildfire._ Can I believe my Eyes? _Jack._ Nay, never stare, man. Foxchase, I am glad to see thee. Here's to your old friend Jack Broughton. I'll on with my Buckskins, and take a hunt with you to-morrow morning. _Wildfire._ That's right my boy--away with the ridiculous outside of a Frenchman; take honest Nature for your guide, and be only what she intends you. _Jack._ Ay, we'll all reform; you shall for the future Endeavor be polite Englishmen--and I will only imitate the sensible Frenchman. _Wildfire._ Come, come, I own it to be wrong, and acknowledge I have been in the opposite Extream to you, an absurd Imitation of a Modern Blood. _Jack._ You shall go down with me to Broughton Hall where you shall be the terror of all the Foxes for twenty Miles round, and in time we'll get a Girl to reform you too. _Foxchase._ I don't care if I try the Experiment. _Quicksett._ And now Sir Robert since your Son is so hopeful a young Man I'll sign the marriage Settlement as soon as you please. _Sir Robert._ The lawyers will be here immediately. _Jack._ And in the mean time here come two Persons to whom I must speak a few words, towards compleating this day's Business. (_Enter_ ABBÉ _and_ FLORID _very drunk_) _Abbé._ (_Sings_) Quand je suis a Table, tout me rejouit--ah! Pardie! You are ver fine Party dere altogether. _Florid._ Had not you better come and indulge the Social Affections over the remainder of the Bottle?