Wit. Yorkshire, Sir.
Sir Pat. What, not Mr. Fainlove’s Son of Yorkshire, who was knighted in the good days of the late Lord Protector? Off his Hat.
Wit. The same, Sir.—I am in, but how to come off again the Devil take me if I know. Aside.
Sir Pat. He was a Man of admirable parts, believe me, a notable Head piece, a publick-spirited Person, and a good Commonwealths-man, that he was, on my word.—Your Estate, Sir, I pray? Hat off.
Wit. I have not impair’d it, Sir, and I presume you know its value:—For I am a Dog if I do. Aside.
Sir Pat. O’ my Word, ’tis then considerable, Sir; for he left but one Son, and fourteen hundred Pounds per Annum, as I take it: which Son, I hear, is lately come from Geneva, whither he was sent for virtuous Education. I am glad of your Arrival, Sir.—Your Religion, I pray?
Wit. You cannot doubt my Principles, Sir, since educated at Geneva.
Sir Pat. Your Father was a discreet Man: ah, Mr. Fainlove, he and I have seen better days, and wish we cou’d have foreseen these that are arriv’d.
Wit. That he might have turn’d honest in time, he means, before he had purchas’d Bishops Lands.
Sir Pat. Sir, you have no Place, Office, Dependance or Attendance at Court, I hope?