BELVIL
Name what?
MR. H.
My curst, unfortunate name. I have reasons to conceal it for a time.
BELVIL
I understand you—Creditors, Jack?
MR. H.
No, I assure you.
BELVIL
Snapp'd up a ward, peradventure, and the whole Chancery at your heels?
MR. H.
I don't use to travel with such cumbersome luggage.
BELVIL
You ha'n't taken a purse?
MR. H. To relieve you at once from all disgraceful conjectures, you must know, 'tis nothing but the sound of my name.
BELVIL Ridiculous! 'tis true your's is none of the most romantic, but what can that signify in a man?
MR. H.
You must understand that I am in some credit with the ladies.