MR. H.
Why, Mr. H. to be sure.
LANDLORD So I told him, Sir; but Zekiel has some qualms about it. He says, he thinks that Mr. H. only would not stand good in law.
MR. H. Rot his impertinence, bid him put in Nebuchadnezzar, and not trouble me with his scruples.
LANDLORD
I shall, Sir. [Exit.]
Enter a Waiter.
WAITER Sir, Squire Level's man is below, with a hare and a brace of pheasants for Mr. H.
MR. H. Give the man half-a-crown, and bid him return my best respects to his master. Presents it seems will find me out, with any name, or no name.
Enter Second Waiter.
SECOND WAITER
Sir, the man that makes up the Directory is at the door.
MR. H.
Give him a shilling, that is what these fellows come for.