What!--Why tell him that my uncle from Epsom--no--that won't do, for he knows I don't care a farthing for him--hey!--Why tell him--hold I have it--Tell him, that as I was going into my chair to obey his commands, I was arrested by a couple of bailiffs, forced into a hackney coach, and carried to the Py'd Bull in the Borough; I beg ten thousand pardons for making his grace wait, but his grace knows my misfor---- [_Exit Sir_ Luke. CHARLOT. Well, Sir, what dy'e think of the proofs? I flatter myself I have pretty well established my case. SERJEANT. Why, hussy, you have hit upon points; but then they are but trifling flaws, they don't vitiate the title, that stands unimpeach'd; and--But, madam, your mother. _Enter Mrs._ CIRCUIT. Mrs. CIRCUIT. What have you done with the Knight?--Why you have not let him depart? CHARLOT. It was not in my power to keep him. Mrs. CIRCUIT. I don't wonder at that; but what took him away? CHARLOT. What will at any time take him away--a Duke at the door. Mrs. CIRCUIT. Are you certain of that? SERJEANT. Why truly, chuck, his retreat was rather precipitate for a man that is just going to be marry'd. Mrs. CIRCUIT. The prospect of marriage does not always prove the strongest attachment. SERJEANT. Pardon me, lovee; the law allows no higher consideration than marriage. Mrs. CIRCUIT. Pshaw! SERJEANT. Insomuch, that if duke A was to intermarry with chambermaid B, difference of condition would prove no bar to the settlement. Mrs. CIRCUIT. Indeed! SERJEANT. Ay; and this was held to be law by Chief-baron Bind'em, on the famous case of the Marquis of Cully, and Fanny Flip-flap the French dancer. Mrs. CIRCUIT. The greater blockhead the Baron: but don't pester me with your odious law cases.--Did not you tell me you was to go to Kingston to day to try the crown causes? SERJEANT. I was begg'd to attend for fear his Lordship should not be able to sit; but if it proves inconvenient to you-- Mrs. CIRCUIT. To me! Oh, by no means in the world; I am too good a subject to desire the least delay in the law's execution: and when d'ye set out? SERJEANT. Between one and two; I shall only just give a law lecture to Jack. Mrs. CIRCUIT. Lord! I wonder Mr. Circuit you would breed that boy up to the bar. SERJEANT. Why not, chuck? He has fine steady parts, and for his time moots a point-- Mrs. CIRCUIT. Steady! stupid you mean: nothing sure cou'd add to his heaviness but the being loaded with law. Why don't you put him into the army? SERJEANT. Nay, chuck, if you choose it, I believe I have interest to get Jack a commission. Mrs. CIRCUIT. Why, Mr. Circuit, you know he is no son of mine; perhaps a cockade may animate the lad with some fire. SERJEANT. True, lovee; and a knowledge of the law mayn't be amiss to restrain his fire a little. Mrs. CIRCUIT. I believe there is very little danger of his exceeding that way. SERJEANT. Charlot, send hither your brother. [_Exit_ Charlot. Mrs. CIRCUIT.