Turn. Here’s Doctor Logic come to pay you a visit, gentlemen—You’ll get good accommodation here, Sir; and find some regular trumps among ’em.
Log. Thank’ye.——
Turnkey. Is that all?—Only thank’ye?
Log. Oh, want some tippery! (Gives money). There! (Exit Turnkey)—Brothers, your most obedient. Some of my friends, thinking my learning was not complete, have sent me to your College to finish my education; not that I owe anything!—
Omnes. Oh, no!—we none of us owe anything!—Oh! dear no.
Log. I’m only here on suspicion of debt.
Omnes. That’s the case with all of us!—we’re all of us only here on suspicion!
Log. You’ll not find me a bad chum—but ready to hunt down any game you can start. Landlady, serve them with a glass of tape, all round; and I’ll stand Sammy—
Omnes. A regular trump! (Landlady serves them all with liquor, out of a bladder, as directed; Logic pays).
Smug. Well, while I can blow my cloud, and get a drop on the sly, I sets the Excise at defiance. What’s a little smuggling?