Landlord. Yes, Sir.
Mr. H. You have paid him?
Landlord. There is the receipt, Sir, only not quite filled up, no name, only blank—"Blank, Dr. to Zekiel Spanish for one pair of best hessians." Now, Sir, he wishes to know what name he shall put in, who he shall say "Dr."
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.