Sir Char. If he hath youthful Vices, he has Virtues too.
Sir Tim. Yes, he had, but I know not, you have bewitch’d him Amongst ye. [weeping. Before he fell to Toryism, he was a sober, civil Youth, and had some Religion in him, wou’d read ye Prayers Night and Morning with a laudable Voice, and cry Amen to ‘em; ‘twou’d have done one’s Heart good to have heard him—wore decent Clothes, was drunk but on Sundays and Holidays; and then I had Hopes of him. [Still weeping.
Wild. Ay, Heaven forgive me.
Sir Char. But, Sir, he’s now become a new Man, is casting off all his Women, is drunk not above five or six times a week, swears not above once in a quarter of an Hour, nor has not gam’d this two Days—
Sir Tim. ‘Twas because the Devil was in’s Pocket then.
Sir Char.—Begins to take up at Coffee-houses, talks gravely in the City, speaks scandalously of the Government, and rails most abominably against the Pope and the French King.
Sir Tim. Ay, ay, this shall not wheedle me out of one English Guinea; and so I told him yesterday.
Wild. You did so, Sir.
Sir Tim. Yes; by a good Token you were witty upon me, and swore I lov’d and honoured the King no where but on his Coin.
Sir Char. Is it possible, Sir.