| SIR ISAAC SKINFLINT | LADY LOVEWEALTH |
| BELLAIR | HARRIET |
| DOCTOR LEATHERHEAD | LUCY |
| COUNCELLOUR CORMORANT | |
| MR. LITTLEWIT | |
| MONSIEUR DU MAIGRE | |
| MR. DEATH | |
| SHARK | |
| SERVANT |
ACT I
(Enter SHARK and LUCY—meeting)
Shark. Good morrow, Lucy.
Lucy. Good morrow, Shark.
Shark. Give me a Kiss, Hussy. (Kisses her)
Lucy. Psha—prithee don't touzle and mouzle a Body so; can't you salute without rumpling one's Tucker and spoiling one's Things? I hate to be tumbled. (Adjusting herself)
Shark. Ay, as much as you do Flattery or a looking Glass.
Lucy. Well, what's your Business this Morning? Have you any Message?
Shark. Yes, the old one: my Master's Duty to his gracious Uncle, Sir Isaac Skinflint, and he hopes he rested well last night—that is, to translate it out of the Language of Compliment into that of Sincerity, he hopes the old Huncks has made his Will, my Master his sole Heir, that he has had a very bad Night, and is within a few Hours of giving up the Ghost and paying a Visit to his old friend Belzebub.