Troop I tell you, and never again enter these walls--you have libelled my wife, and I will see you no more. Sir LUKE. Was there ever such a-- SERJEANT. March! and as to my daughter, I would as soon marry her to a forma pauperis client. [_Exit Sir Luke._ Mrs. CIRCUIT. Do you consider, Mr. Circuit, where you are pushing the fellow?--That chamber is Charlot's. _Enter_ Sir LUKE, WOODFORD, CHARLOT, _and_ JACK. Sir LUKE. Heyday! who the deuce have we here?--Pray walk in, my good folks--your servant Miss Charlot; your servant Mr. What-d'ye-call-um.--Mr. Serjeant, you need not trouble yourself to cater for Miss; your family you see can provide for themselves. SERJEANT. Heyday! What the deuce is all this! Who are you Sir, and how came you here? [_To_ Woodford.] JACK. It was I, father, that brought him. SERJEANT. How, sirrah! Sir LUKE. Well said my young limb of the law. JACK. Come, let us have none o'your--tho' I brought Mr. Woodford, you could not persuade me to do the same office for you--father, never stir if he did not make me the proffer, if I would let him into the house the night you was at Kingston, of a new pair of silk stockings, and to learn me a minuet. Sir LUKE. Me! I should never have got you to turn out your toes. JACK. Ay, and moreover you made me push out my chest, and do so with my fingers, as if I was taking two pinches of snuff. Sir LUKE. You see, Mr. Serjeant, what a fondness, I have for every twig of your family. SERJEANT. I shall thank _you_ hereafter--but from you, Charlot, I expected other guess-- CHARLOT. When, Sir, you hear this whole matter explain'd, you will acquit I am sure. WOODFORD. Indeed, Sir, _I_ am wholly to blame; my being here was as much a surprize upon Miss Charlot as-- SERJEANT. But now you are here, pray what's your business? JACK. O! father, I can acquaint you with that--he wanted me to bring a love letter to Charlot, so I told him he might bring it himself, for that I would not do any such thing for never so much, for fear of offending of you. SERJEANT. You mended the matter indeed--but after all, who, and what are you? JACK. It's the young gentleman that lives over our heads, to whom Mr. Fairplay is guardian. SERJEANT. Who, Woodford? JACK. The same. SERJEANT. And are you, young man in a situation to think of a wife? WOODFORD. I am flattered, Sir, that as _justice_ is with me, I shall one day have no contemptible fortune to throw at her feet. SERJEANT. _Justice_ is! What signifies justice?--Is the _law_ with you, you fool? WOODFORD. With your help, Sir, I should hope for their _union_, upon this occasion at least. SERJEANT. Well, Sir, I shall re-consider your papers, and, if there are probable grounds, I may be induc'd to hear your proposals. WOODFORD. Nay then, Sir, the recovering my paternal possessions makes me anxious indeed.--Could I hope that the young lady's good wish would attend me? CHARLOT.