Sir Tim. Alas, alas! how shreudly thou wert put to’t!
Wild. I told her too, you’d buy a Patent for me; for nothing woos a City-Fortune like the hopes of a Ladyship.
Sir Tim. I’m glad of that; that I can settle on her presently.
[Aside.
Wild. You may please to hint something to her of my godly Life and Conversation; that I frequent Conventicles, and am drunk no where but at your true Protestant Consults and Clubs, and the like.
Sir Tim. Nay, if these will please her, I have her for certain. [Aside. Go, go, fear not my good word.
Wild. But the Writings, Sir—
Sir Tim. Am I a Jew, a Turk? Thou shalt have any thing, now I find thee
a Lad of Parts, and one that can provide so well for thy Uncle.
[Aside.
[Puts him out, and addresses himself to the Lady.
Wild. Wou’d they were hang’d that trust you, that have but the art of Legerdemain, and can open the Japan-Cabinet in your Bed-chamber, where I know those Writings are kept. Death, what a disappointment’s here! I wou’d ha’ sworn this Sham had past upon him. [Aside.] But, Sir, shall I not have the Writings now?
Sir Tim. What, not gone yet! for shame, away; canst thou distrust thy own natural Uncle? Fie, away, Tom, away.
Wild. A Plague upon your damn’d Dissimulation, that never failing Badge of all your Party, there’s always mischief at the bottom on’t; I know ye all; and Fortune be the Word. When next I see you, Uncle, it shall cost you dearer. [Exit.