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Walpole : Or Every Man Has His Price | ||
SCENE II.
Walpole, Veasey, Bellair.WALPOLE.
Good morning, Sir Sidney; your speech did you credit;
And whatever your party, in time you will head it.
Your attack on myself was exceedingly striking,
Tho' the subject you chose was not quite to my liking.
Tut! I never bear malice. You hunt?
BELLAIR.
Yes, of late.
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And you ride as you speak?
BELLAIR.
Well, in both a light weight.
WALPOLE.
But light weights have the odds in their favour, I fear.
Come and hunt with my harriers at Houghton this year;
I can show you some sport.
BELLAIR.
Sir, there's no doubt of that.
WALPOLE.
We will turn out a fox.
BELLAIR
(aside).
As a bait for a rat!
WALPOLE.
I expect you, next autumn! Agreed then: good day.
(Exit Walpole.)
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