The comical revenge, or, Love in a tub acted at His Highness the Duke of York's Theatre in Lincolns-Inn-Fields.

ACT. I. 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 matié is easie to be perceive; Dis Bedlamé, Mad-cape, diable de matié, 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.

Unadvise I didé not me advisé 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 mand 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.