Gay. Racking me up to a starving Want and Misery, Then took advantages to ruin me.
Sir Cau. So, and he’d revenge it on my Wife— [Aside smiling.
Gay. Do not you know one Wasteall, Sir?
Enter Ralph with Wine, sets it on a Table.
Sir Cau. Wasteall—ha, ha, ha,—if you are any Friend to that poor Fellow—you may return and tell him, Sir—d’ye hear—that the Mortgage of two hundred pound a Year is this day out, and I’ll not bait him an hour, Sir—ha, ha, ha,—what, do you think to hector civil Magistrates?
Gay. Very well, Sir, and is this your Conscience?
Sir Cau. Conscience! what do you tell me of Conscience? Why, what a noise is here—as if the undoing a young Heir were such a Wonder; ods so I’ve undone a hundred without, half this ado.
Gay. I do believe thee—and am come to tell you—I’ll be none of that Number—for this Minute I’ll go and redeem it—and free myself from the Hell of your Indentures.
Sir Cau. How, redeem it! sure the Devil must help him then.—Stay,
Sir—stay—Lord, Sir, what need you put your self to that trouble? your
Land is in safe hands, Sir; come, come, sit down—and let us take a
Glass of Wine together, Sir—
Bel. Sir, my service to you. [Drinks to him.