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_ ACT III - SCENE II
SCENE II. A Street.
Enter YOUNG LOVEYET and HUMPHRY.
LOVEYET.
Not find where he lives?
HUMPHRY.
No;--you're the most unluckiest gentleman for making of blunders,--didn't you tell me how your father liv'd in number two hundred and fifty, in Queen-Street, in the three-story brick house?
LOVEYET.
I did; is not that the house?
HUMPHRY.
No--why, your father don't live there.
LOVEYET.
Did you enquire for Mr. Loveyet?
HUMPHRY.
Yes, I saw Mr. Loveyet.
LOVEYET.
The devil is in the fellow, I believe. Did you give him my letter?
HUMPHRY. Yes, but I didn't want to.
LOVEYET.
Why not?
HUMPHRY.
Becase I wanted for to carry it to your father.
LOVEYET.
What makes you think Mr. Loveyet is not my father?
HUMPHRY.
Somebody told me so that's got a good right to know;
I've his own words for it.
LOVEYET.
My father tell you so?
HUMPHRY.
The young man is crazy, I believe.
--I say Mr. Loveyet said you wasn't his son;
so I suppose he can't be your father by that.
LOVEYET.
I forgot that the letter would probably produce this misunderstanding.
[Aside.]
--He is the only one I know, whom I have a right to call my father.
HUMPHRY.
May be you're the old fellow's bastard, and if you're a bastard,
you can't be a son, you know: aye, that's the catch, I suppose.
LOVEYET.
Your new clothes make you quite smart, Mr. Cubb.
HUMPHRY.
Yes, don't I look quite smart, with these here new clothes? they're all new, I'll insure you--only a little the worse for wear; I bought 'em at the vandue option, at the Fly-Market.
LOVEYET.
But how came you by that patch on one side of your face,
and that large crop of beard on the other?
HUMPHRY.
Mounsieur, the outlandish barber,
give me a small cut across the whiskers;
but the best of all you ha'n't seen yet;--see here.
[Pulls off his hat. ]
LOVEYET.
Aye, now you look something like--quite fierce--entirely the fine gentleman, upon my falsehood. A genteel dress is the very soul of a man, Mr. Cubb.
HUMPHRY.
Like enough, for I've got more soul to shew myself, now I cut such a dash; I've got a soul to see the shews at the play-house; and, I think, I've got a great deal more soul to spend a few shillings at the ale-house.
LOVEYET.
That's true; I'm glad you remind me of my promise.
HUMPHRY.
Not I, I didn't remind you,--I scorn it.
LOVEYET.
I dare say you do.
[Gives him money.]
There, drink my health with that.
HUMPHRY.
With all my heart--soul, I mean;--aye, here's soul enough
--[Jingling the money.]
--to buy the matter o' twenty mugs;--come, let's go at once.
LOVEYET.
I?--excuse me, sir; I have particular business elsewhere.
--Sir, your most humble servant.
HUMPHRY.
Sir, I am your most humble sarvint too.
[Bows awkwardly.]
[Exeunt, severally. _
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