the present age are so dissolute, that
the young fellows of these degenerate days think they cannot be fine
gentlemen without being rakes, and--in short, rascals; for they make a
merit even of debauching innocence:--indeed, that is scarcely to be
wondered at, when so many of those who are called ladies of taste and
fashion, strange as it may seem, like them the better for it;--but I hope,
you and Mr. Loveyet are exceptions to such depravity.

HARRIET. I think I can venture to assure you, we _are_, sir;--and now, if
my father has nothing more to impart, I will take my leave of him; and be
assured, sir, your advice shall be treasured here, as a sacred pledge of
paternal love.--Adieu, Papa.

TRUEMAN. Farewell, Harriet;--Heaven prosper your designs.

[_Exeunt severally._

SCENE II. _A Street._

_Enter HUMPHRY and WORTHNOUGHT meeting._

WORTHNOUGHT. Sir, your most obedient.

HUMPHRY. Here's that mackmarony again. [_Aside._

WORTHNOUGHT. I have not the honour to know your name, sir, but if you will
inform me what you were whispering with Mr. Loveyet about, you will make
me the most obsequious and devoted of your slaves.

HUMPHRY. My slave!--Why, I wou'dn't have you for a slave, if you was to pay
me for it;--with your silk sattin breeches, and your lily white gloves, and
your crimp'd up toes, and your fine powder'd calabash, that's so smart
outside.

WORTHNOUGHT. You entirely mistake my meaning, friend;--I'm a man of
quality.--Do I look like a servant, a hireling, a vile menial?

HUMPHRY. No, you look more like a dancing-master, a fighting-master, or a
play-actor, or some such flashy folks; but looks is nothing, for everybody
dresses alike nowadays; like master, like man, as the old saying is; ecod,
you can't tell a Congressman from a marchant's 'prentice, everybody dresses
so fine.

WORTHNOUGHT. Ha, ha, ha,--he is pasitively a very eccentric bady, and there
is a small tincture of a barbarous sart of wit in what he says; but it
wants an immensity of correction, an infinitude of polishing; he is a mere
son of nature, everything he says is express'd in such a Gathic, uncouth,
Anti-Chesterfieldian style; and as for his dress, it is pasitively most
prepasterously clownish and original.

HUMPHRY. Why he talks as many long-winded, old-fashioned words, as the
Schoolmaster.

WORTHNOUGHT. Mr.--Mr.--Pray what is your proper name, besides Humphry? Y