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Then, as to my brother, he has such abilities, and such industry, he will make a fortune at the bar for himself, most certainly. Mrs. Talb. But his education is not completed. How shall we provide him with money at Cambridge? Louisa. This Montem. The last time the captain had eight hundred, the time before a thousand, pounds. Oh, I hope I fear!
If I may be so bold to put in my word, madam, you'd have as good beds, and be as well lodged, with Farmer Hearty, as in e'er a house at Salt Hill. Mrs. Talb. I am very much obliged Farm. O, say nothing o' that, madam. I am sure I shall be as much obliged if you do come. Do, miss, speak for me. Louisa. Pray, dear mother Farm. She will.
Talbot's dress with me, Mr. Finsbury, for I'm a friend. Fins. Indubitably, sir: but the misfortune is he! he! he! Mr. Talbot, sir, has bespoke no dress. Your servant, gentlemen. Burs. So your friend Mr. Lord J. If I'm not mistaken, here comes Talbot to answer for himself. Rory. But who, in the name of St. Patrick, has he along with him? Enter TALBOT and LANDLORD. Talb.
"Then there's he with the purse that's as long as my arm." Rory. That's Bursal, mind now, whom I mean to allude to in this verse. Lord J. If the allusion's good, we shall probably find out your meaning. Talb. On with you, Rory, and don't read us notes on a song. Lord J. Go on, and let us hear what you say of Bursal. Rory sings.
ALL! I hope there is something left for you to live upon. Mrs. Talb. About 15O pounds a year for us all. Louisa. That is enough, is it not, for YOU? Mrs. Talb. For me, love? I am an old woman, and want but little in this world, and shall be soon out of it. Do not speak so, dearest mother. Mrs. Talb. Enough for me, love! Yes, enough, and too much for me. I am not thinking of myself. Louisa.
Keep out of my hearing, Wheeler, lest I should spoil sport. But never fear: you'll please Bursal sooner than I shall. I can't, for the soul of me, bring myself to say that Bursal's not purse-proud, and you can. Give you joy. Burs. A choice electioneerer! ha! ha! ha! Wheel. He! he! he! a choice electioneerer, as you say. Lord J. There was a time, Talbot Talb.
I've punished myself I've promised to vote for Wheeler. Talb. Oh, no matter whom you vote for, my lord, if you are still my friend, and if you know me to be yours. Lord J. I must not say, "Huzza for Talbot!" LADY PIERCEFIELD, MRS. TALBOT, LOUISA, and a little girl of six years old, LADY VIOLETTA, daughter to LADY PIERCEFIELD. I like it VERY much.
So I should ha' fell into a passion with him then, to be sure, about my corn; but his horse had got such a terrible sprain, I couldn't say anything to him; for I was a- pitying the poor animal. As fine a hunter as ever you saw! I am sartain sure he could never come to good after. Talb. I do think, from the description, that this was Wheeler; and I have paid for the horse which he spoiled! Farm.
Now, indeed, I know that, without being avaricious, we may want, and wish for money. Landlady. Waiter! Miss Bursal's curricle, and Mr. Bursal's vis-a-vis. Run! see that the Dolphin's empty. I say run! run! Mrs. Talb. I will rest for a few moments upon the sofa, in this bedchamber, before we set off. They have bolted or locked it. How unlucky! Enter WAITER. Waiter.
Look you, now, at yon fine field of wheat. Well, it was just as fine, and finer, last year, till a young Eton jackanapes Talb. Take care what you say, farmer; for I am a young Eton jackanapes. Farm. No; but you be not the young Eton jackanapes that I'm a-thinking on. I tell you it was this time last year, man; he was a-horseback, I tell ye, mounted upon a fine bay hunter, out a-hunting, like.
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