placed in pots out at your window in Gracechurch-Street.
Canton. Ha! ha! ha! ha!
Lord Ogle. What d'ye laugh at, Canton?
Canton. Ah! que cette ſimilitude eſt drole! So clever what you ſay, mi Lor!
Lord Ogle. [to Fanny.] You ſeem mightly engaged, Madam. What are thoſe pretty hands ſo buſily employed about?
Fanny. Only making up a noſegay, my Lord!—Will your Lordſhip do me the honour of accepting it? [Preſenting it.
Lord Ogle. I'll wear it next my heart, Madam!—I ſee the young creature doats on me. [Apart.
Miſs Sterl. Lord, ſiſter! you've loaded his Lordſhip with a bunch of flowers as big as the cook or the nurſe carry to town on Monday morning for a beaupot.—Will your Lordſhip give me leave to preſent you with this roſe and a ſprig of ſweet-briar?
Lord Ogle. The trueſt emblems of yourſelf, Madam! all ſweetneſs and poignancy.—A little jealous, poor ſoul! [Apart.
Sterl. Now, my Lord, if you pleaſe, I'll carry you to ſee my Ruins.
Mrs. Heidel. You'll abſolutely fatigue his Lordſhip with overwalking, Brother!
Lord Ogle. Not at all, Madam! We're in the garden of Eden, you know; in the region of perpetual ſpring, youth, and beauty. [Leering at the women.
Mrs. Heidel. Quite the man of qualaty, I perteſt. [Apart.
Canton. Take a my arm, mi Lor!
Sterl. I'll only ſhew his Lordſhip my ruins, and the caſcade, and the Chineſe bridge, and then we'll go in to breakfaſt.
Lord Ogle. Ruins, did you ſay, Mr. Sterling?
Sterl. Ay, ruins, my Lord! and they are reckoned very fine ones too. You would think them ready to
