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SCEN. I.

The Scene, an Ante-Chamber to Sir Frederick Frollick's Bed-Chamber.
Enter Dufoy, with a Plaister on his head, walking discontentedly; and Clarke immediately after him.
Clark.
Good-morrow, Monsieur.

Dufoy.
Good-mor',—good-mor'.

Clark.
Is Sir Fred'rick stirring?

Duf.
Pox sturré himé.

Clark.
My Lord has sent me—

Duf.

Begar me vil havé de revengé; me vil no stay two
day in Englandé.

Clark.
Good Monsieur, what's the matter?

Dufoy.
De matré! de matré is easie to be perceive;
Dis Bedlamé, Mad-cape, diable de matré, vas
Drunké de last night, and vor no reason, but dat
Me did advisé him go to bed, begar he did
Striké, breaké my headé, Jernie.

Clark.
Have patience, he did it unadvisedly.

Dufoy.
Unadvisé! didé not me advise him
Justé when he did ité?

Clark.
Yes; but he was in drink you say.

Dufoy.
In drinké! me vishé he had ben over de head
And de ear in drinké; Begar in France de
Drink dat van man drinké do's not crack de
Noder man's brainé Hark!—
[Sir Fred. knocks.
He is avake, and none of de peeple are
To attende himé: Ian Villian day are all gon, run
[Knocks again.
To de Diablé; have de patience, I beseech you.

[Pointing towards his Masters Chamber.
Clark.
Acquaint Sir Frederick I am here from my Lord.

Dufoy.
I vil, I vil; your ver umble Serviteur.

[Exeunt.