Volume Iii Part 128 (2/2)

[_Goes to the Entrance to call the_ Clerk, _the mean time_ Har.

_whips a Frock over himself, and puts down the hind part of the Chariot, and then 'tis a Cart.

Enter_ Clerk.

_Cler_. What's the matter here?

_Off_. Here's a Fellow, Sir, will persuade me, his Calash is a Cart, and refuses the Customs for pa.s.sing the Gate.

_Cler_. A Calash--Where?--I see only a Carter and his Cart.

[_The_ Officer _looks on him_.

_Off_. Ha, what a Devil, was I blind?

_Har_. Mr. Clerk, I am a Baker, that came with Bread to sell, and this Fellow here has stopt me this Hour, and made me lose the sale of my Ware; and being drunk, will out-face me I am a Farmer, and this Cart a Calash.

_Cler_. He's in an Error, Friend, pa.s.s on.

_Har_. No, Sir, I'll have satisfaction first, or the Vice-Roy shall know how he's serv'd by drunken Officers, that are a Nuisance to a Civil Government.

_Cler_. What do you demand, Friend?

_Har_. Demand,--I demand a Crown, Sir.

_Off_. This is very hard--Mr. Clerk--If ever I saw in my Life, I thought I saw a Gentleman and a Calash.

_Cler_. Come, come, gratify him, and see better hereafter.

_Off_. Here, Sir,--if I must, I must. [_Gives him a Crown_.

_Cler_. Pa.s.s on, Friend.

[_Ex_. Clerk.

[Har. _unseen, puts up the back of his Calash, and whips off his Frock, and goes to drive on. The_ Officer _looks on him, and stops him again_.

_Off_. Hum, I'll swear it is a Calash--Mr. Clerk--Mr. Clerk, come back, come back.

[_Runs out to call him. He changes as before_.

_Enter_ Officer _and_ Clerk.

--Come, Sir, let your own Eyes convince you, Sir.

_Cler_. Convince me, of what, you Sot?

_Off_. This is a Gentleman, and that a--ha-- [_Looks about on_ Har.

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