t is
dat--de lettre--de shallange to monsieur de Schoolmastare, for fight me?

HUMPHRY. Yes, that I will, with the most carefullest manner;--he shall have
it in the greatest pleasure.

[_TOUPEE gives a paper to HUMPHRY._

TOUPEE. Dat is de bon civility,--I vill be your--a--very good friend.

HUMPHRY. Thank 'e kindly, Mounsieur. [_Exeunt, severally._

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'