n the
pye.

_Char._ No, that I believe.

_Sol._ But I must go and see to the cellar. Miss, your most obedient
servant. [_Exit._

_Char._ [_With pride._] Your servant, Mr. Solomon.

_Pet._ Here's the letter from Constantinople. I wonder what it can be
about. Now for it! [_Opens it._

_Char._ Aye, let us have it.

Pet. [Reads.] _If so be you say so, I'll never work for you, never no
more. Considering as how your Sunday waistcoat has been turned three
times, it doesn't look amiss, and I've charged as little as any tailor
of 'em all. You say I must pay for the buckram; but I say, I'll be
damn'd if I do. So no more from your loving nephew,_

TIMOTHY TWIST.

From Constantinople! Why, cousin Tim writ it.

_Char._ Cousin Tim! Who is he?

_Pet._ Good lack! Don't you know cousin Tim? Why, he's one of the best
tailors in all--

_Char._ A tailor! No, sir, I do not know him. My father was state
coachman, and wore his highness's livery. [_Exit._

_Pet._ [_Mimicking._] "My father was state coachman, and wore his
Highness's livery"--Well, and cousin Tim could have made his Highness's
livery, if you go to that. State coachman, indeed! [_Going._

_Enter SOLOMON._

_Sol._ Peter, you ninny, stay where you are. Is that chattering girl
gone? Didn't I tell you we would have a practice of our dance? they are
all ready on the lawn. Mark me; I represent the Count, and you the
Baron. [_Exit, with affected dignity. PETER follows, mimicking._

SCENE IV.

_The Lawn.--Seats placed.--Rustic Music.--Dancers are discovered as
ready to perform._

_SOLOMON and PETER enter, and seat themselves._

_A Dance, in which the Dancers pay their reverence to SOLOMON and
PETER as they pass. At the end, SOLOMON and PETER strut off before
the Dancers._

ACT THE THIRD.

SCENE I.

_The Skirts of the Park and Lodge, &c. as before. The STRANGER is
discovered on a seat, reading._

_Enter FRANCIS._

_Fra._ Sir, sir, dinner is ready.

_Stra._ I want no dinner.

_Fra._ I've got something good.

_Stra._ Eat it yourself.

_Fra._ You are not hungry?

_Stra._ No. [_Rises._

_Fra._ Nor I. The heat takes away all appetite.

_Stra._ Yes.

_Fra._ I'l