S.—True; you beg: I will not.
F.—But why rob when stealing is more honourable?
S.—Consider the competition.
FOOL.—Sir Cut-throat, how many orphans have you made to-day?
SOLDIER.—The devil an orphan! Have you a family?
F.—Put up your iron; I am the last of my race.
S.—How? No more fools?
F.—Not one, so help me! They have all gone to the wars.