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My Lent'n Fridays, I cannot profane,
S C Ε Ν Ε Ι.
Enter FRANKLIN and SERVANT.
So, once again have I got up among the moun. tains of Wicklow; aye, yonder is the very cabin where I supped my bread and milk a little chubby-cheek'd yonker.-Ob, but I'm every hour to expect Mr. Donnybrook, by Sir Richard's advice, my guardian that is to be, and his charming daughter from Dublin.-William, remember you're not to drop my name here.
Serv. Never fear, Sir.
Frank. Well, return to the public-house where we stopt, open the portmanteau, and lay out my dress.