you enquire where his Grace lives, and if you happen to see—
Jon. Ods bodickins! I remember it every word now! and the whelp is to be call'd by the Town cryer, just as one would call any thing that is lost.
Roy. Yes yes, go about it speedily (Exit Jon.) Now in the first place, my good Humphry, I must see after the heiress I told you of, and it is a business, which requires a great deal of management too; for—
Re-enter Jonathan, scratching his head.
Damn that dunder-headed fool! here he is again.
Jon. Your honour wont be angry now, but hang me, if I can tell whether I am to take that there trunk, to the coach, or the waggon.
Roy. Take it to the coach—no, no, to the waggon—yes, yes, I should have said—pest take it! carry it where thou wilt, fool, and plague me no more about it. (Exit Jon.) one might as well give directions to a horse-block. Now, as I was saying, Humphry, this requires a great deal of management; for if the lady dont like me, she may happen to like my son: so I must feel my way a little, before I speak directly to the purpose.
Humph. Ay, your honour is always feeling your way.
Roy. And as for the Duke, I will ply him as close as I can with solicitations in the mean time, without altogether stating my request; for if I get