Sham. I must confess I am of your mind, and therefore have been studying a Revenge, sutable to the Affront: and if I can judge any thing, I have hit it.
Sir Tim. Hast thou? dear Sham, out with it.
Sham. Why, Sir—what think you of debauching his Sister?
Sir Tim. Why, is there such a thing in Nature?
Sham. You know he has a Sister, Sir.
Sir Tim. Yes, rich, and fair.
Sham. Both, or she were not worthy of your Revenge.
Sir Tim. Oh, how I love Revenge, that has a double Pleasure in it—and where—and where is this fine piece of Temptation?
Sham. In being, Sir—but Sharp here, and I, have been at some cost in finding her out.
Sir Tim. Ye shall be overpaid—there’s Gold, my little Maquere—but she’s very handsom?