Are center'd in the glory of your House.
and now have brought a trifle — for your Spouse
Of which I beg her kind acceptance — — then
Rank me my Lord, amongst the happiest men.
LORD
My rev'rend Dean, I'm glad to see you now,
Early or late ; or anytime, I vow
What news abroad, my rev'rend Dean, what news?
Something's behind — have you no trifling views
In which my Int'rest can least avail — — ?
DEAN
Indeed, my Lord, there is a flying tale
That my good Lord of B—h declines so fast
With Age, and Gout, this fit will be his last .
LORD
I know he's old, and cannot long be here :
But revd
Dean, you know — what 'tis a Year :
Twill gain me friends — — —
DEAN
— — — My Lord I know that's
true,
And all the Int'rest in my pow'rs your due
In future times the same shall me controul
My Friends — Estate — — my
Body, and my —
LORD
'Tis well my rev'rend Dean — all's very right
;
On these conditions you're put down to night,
You shall succeed — — —
DEAN
— — All grateful thanks are due ;
My gratitude shall shine, My Lord — : my Lord adieu.
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