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FAG
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Miss Lydia Languish.--But there is an old tough aunt in the way;
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though, by-the-by, she has never seen my master--for we got acquainted
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with miss while on a visit in Gloucestershire.
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THOMAS
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Well--I wish they were once harnessed together in matrimony.--But pray,
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Mr. Fag, what kind of a place is this Bath?--I ha' heard a deal of
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it--here's a mort o' merrymaking, hey?
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FAG
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Pretty well, Thomas, pretty well--'tis a good lounge; in the morning we
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go to the pump-room (though neither my master nor I drink the waters);
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after breakfast we saunter on the parades, or play a game at billiards;
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at night we dance; but damn the place, I'm tired of it: their regular
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hours stupify me--not a fiddle nor a card after eleven!--However, Mr.
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Faulkland's gentleman and I keep it up a little in private
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parties;--I'll introduce you there, Thomas--you'll like him much.
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THOMAS
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Sure I know Mr. Du-Peigne--you know his master is to marry Madam Julia.
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FAG
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I had forgot.--But, Thomas, you must polish a little--indeed you
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must.--Here now--this wig!--What the devil do you do with a wig,
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Thomas?--None of the London whips of any degree of _ton_ wear wigs now.
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THOMAS
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More's the pity! more's the pity! I say.--Odd's life! when I heard how
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the lawyers and doctors had took to their own hair, I thought how
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'twould go next:--odd rabbit it! when the fashion had got foot on the
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bar, I guessed 'twould mount to the box!--but 'tis all out of
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character, believe me, Mr. Fag: and look'ee, I'll never gi' up
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mine--the lawyers and doctors may do as they will.
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FAG
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Well, Thomas, we'll not quarrel about that.
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THOMAS
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Why, bless you, the gentlemen of the professions ben't all of a
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mind--for in our village now, thoff Jack Gauge, the exciseman, has
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ta'en to his carrots, there's little Dick the farrier swears he'll
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never forsake his bob, though all the college should appear with their
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own heads!
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FAG
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Indeed! well said, Dick!--But hold--mark! mark! Thomas.
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THOMAS
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Zooks! 'tis the captain.--Is that the Lady with him?
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FAG
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No, no, that is Madam Lucy, my master's mistress's maid. They lodge at
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that house--but I must after him to tell him the news.
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THOMAS
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Odd! he's giving her money!--Well, Mr. Fag----
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FAG
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Good-bye, Thomas. I have an appointment in Gyde's porch this evening at
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eight; meet me there, and we'll make a little party.
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[Exeunt severally.]
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[LYDIA sitting on a sofa, with a book in her hand. Lucy, as just
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returned from a message.]
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LUCY
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Indeed, ma'am, I traversed half the town in search of it: I don't
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believe there's a circulating library in Bath I ha'n't been at.
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LYDIA
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And could not you get _The Reward of Constancy_?
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LUCY
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No, indeed, ma'am.
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LYDIA
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Nor _The Fatal Connexion_?
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LUCY
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No, indeed, ma'am.
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LYDIA
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Nor _The Mistakes of the Heart_?
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LUCY
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Ma'am, as ill luck would have it, Mr. Bull said Miss Sukey Saunter had
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just fetched it away.
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LYDIA
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Heigh-ho!--Did you inquire for _The Delicate Distress_?
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LUCY
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Or, _The Memoirs of Lady Woodford_? Yes, indeed, ma'am. I asked every
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where for it; and I might have brought it from Mr. Frederick's, but
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Lady Slattern Lounger, who had just sent it home, had so soiled and
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dog's-eared it, it wa'n't fit for a Christian to read.
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