Sir Luke monologue (Act 1) — The Lame Lover: A Comedy in Three Acts

A pox o' your law, you make me lose sight of my story. One morning, a Welch coach-maker came with his bill to my Lord, whose name was unluckily Loyd. My Lord had the man up. You are call'd, I think, Mr. Loyd?--At your Lordship's service, my Lord.----What, Loyd with an L?--It was with an L indeed, my Lord.--Because in your part of the world I have heard that Loyd and Floyd were synonymous, the very same names.--Very often indeed, my lord.--But you always spell your's with an L?--Always.--That, Mr. Loyd, is a little unlucky; for you must know I am now paying my debts alphabetically, and in four or five years you might have come in with an F; but I am afraid I can give you no hopes for your L.--Ha, ha, ha!