Bell. Heaven forbid, Sir.
Skin. Therefore, I am resolved—auh! to settle my Affairs this very day. You know, Nephew, you were talking of Harriet, my Lady Lovewealth's Daughter; but my Lady truly will not consent to the Match, unless I make you my sole Heir, which you know, Child, cannot be, as I have another Nephew and a Niece, Sir Roger Bumper and his Sister, whom I intend to provide for.
Bell. Very true, Sir.
Skin. And so—Harry—as my Lady and I could not hit it off in regard to you—she hath persuaded me to marry the Girl myself; what is your Judgment of it, Nephew? ha!
Bell. If you like it, Sir, there can be no Objection to it.
(Enter a SERVANT)
Serv. Sir, there is Mr. Littlewit, the Proctor, come to know your Commands.
Skin. Desire him to walk in.(Exit Servant)
(Enter Mr. LITTLEWIT)
So Mr. Littlewit, I have sent for you upon a Business which will perhaps surprize you; it is to draw up my marriage Articles.