A play put up only one time on Drury Lane on 3 April 1756. All the manuscripts were destroyed by the author but for one copy.
ghter into Sir Robert Broughton's Family, as any Family in England.
Sir Robert. I flatter myself Mr. Quicksett you can have no reason to blush at the alliance; and then as the young Couple have known one another from their Infancy, and as both our Estates lie contiguous--
Quicksett. Why, as you say, the match in some respects may be a prudent match--your Estate is a fine one, and when Neighbor Hodge's Lease, and Barnaby Guzzledown's, and two or three more of them fall in--but I forgot to tell you, your old Horse Regulus is dead--I saw him last week--he was a fine Animal in his Time. He was a great while drooping, and he died without a groan.
Sir Robert. So my Steward writes me. But Mr. Quicksett, this is wandering from the Point--my Son--
Quicksett. Is a mere Coxcomb, I hear, since I came to Town--I have no Opinion of your French Education.
Sir Robert. Dear Sir, it is the best thing in the World to reform youth.