LORD JOHN—WHEELER—BURSAL. _Wheeler_. Well, but my lord—Well, but Bursal—though my Lady Piercefield—though Miss Bursal is come to Salt Hill, you won’t leave us all at sixes and sevens. What can we do without you? _Lord J._ You can do very well without me. _Bursal_. You can do very well without me. _Wheel._ (_to Burs._). Impossible!—impossible! You know Mr. Finsbury will be here just now, with the dresses; and we have to try them on. _Burs._ And to pay for them. _Wheel._ And to settle about the procession. And then, my lord, the election is to come on this evening. You won’t go till that’s over, as your lordship has promised me your lordship’s vote and interest. _Lord J._ My vote I promised you, Mr. Wheeler; but I said not a syllable about my _interest_. My friends, perhaps, have not been offended, though I have, by Mr. Talbot. I shall leave them to their own inclinations. _Burs._ (_whistling_). Wheugh! wheugh! wheugh! Wheeler, the principal’s nothing without the interest. _Wheel._ Oh, the interest will go along with the principal, of course; for I’m persuaded, if my lord leaves his friends to their inclinations, it will be the inclination of my lord’s friends to vote as he does, if he says nothing to them to the contrary. _Lord J._ I told you, Mr. Wheeler, that I should leave them to themselves. _Burs._ (_still whistling_). Well, I’ll do my best to make that father of mine send me off to Oxford. I’m sure I’m fit to go—along with Wheeler. Why, you’d best be my tutor, Wheeler!—a devilish good thought. _Wheel._ An excellent thought. _Burs._ And a cursed fine dust we should kick up at Oxford, with your Montem money and all!—Money’s _the go_ after all. I wish it was come to my making you my last bow, “ye distant spires, ye _antic_ towers!” _Wheel._ (_aside to Lord J._). Ye _antic_ towers!—fit for Oxford, my lord! _Lord J._ Antique towers, I suppose Mr. Bursal means. _Burs._ Antique, to be sure!—I said antique, did not I, Wheeler? _Wheel._ O, yes. _Lord J._ (_aside_). What a mean animal is this! _Enter_ RORY O’RYAN. _Rory_. Why, now, what’s become of Talbot, I want to know? There he is not to be found anywhere in the wide world; and there’s a hullabaloo amongst his friends for him. (_Wheeler and Bursal wink at one another_.) _Wheel._ We know nothing of him. _Lord J._ I have not the honour, sir, to be one of Mr. Talbot’s friends. It is his own fault, and I am sorry for it. _Rory_. ’Faith, so am I, especially as it is mine—fault I mean; and especially as the election is just going to come on. _Enter a party of boys_, _who cry_, Finsbury’s come!—Finsbury’s come with the dresses! _Wheel._ Finsbury’s come? Oh, let us see the dresses, and let us try ’em on to-night. _Burs._ (_pushing the crowd_). On with ye—on with ye, there!—Let’s try ’em on!—Try ’em on—I’m to be colonel. 1_st_ _Boy_. And I lieutenant.