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A COMEDY. 6k
Latitat, {looking rou7jd.) Nobody's near us,
my fweet angel ! —
Pavt. Isn't there, my dear lord ? So, ftill
doing the thing genteelly, my boy.
Latitat. Ah, Mr. Pave, I affure you, I am
moft happy to pay my rcfpefts to you. {bows.)
Pave, (bowing.) And I afTure you I Ihall be
more happy, if you'll pay me my thoufajid
pounds — {collaring him.) Give me my money, or
get me preferr'd.
Latitat. Now don't — pray don't expofe me—
here in the country I havn't pafs'd for a lord.
Pave. For what then, fir? {Jhakijig him.)
Latitat. For a gentleman. (Pave Jhakes hifn
more.) I'm Returning Officer of the borough.
Pave. What ! {Letting him go.)
Latitat. I'm Returning Officer I fay, and as
the eledion takes place in a few hours.
Pave. My dear fellow, I afk you a thoufand
pardons — In the firft place, I didn't know there
was an election, and in the next, I little thought
you cou'd fo effentially affift — Excufe me, Mr,
Latitat — LordSulwin I mean.
Latitat. Oh, fir, you are too kind.
Pave. Not at all — How has your health been
fince I faw you ? I recolledt you had a fuperb
equipage — four fine bays — I hope they're all
well — And fo, there's an election, my lord.
Latitat. There is, fir^ and if any friend of
your's is a candidate.
PavL There's the point, my lord — ;I do know
a gentleman, a very clever gentleman ! — Don't
think of that little debt you owe me ! And as
we're alone — -harkye — {wbifpers him.)
Latitat. You a candidate !
Pave,