Skin. Odso. I did not expect them so soon—Stay, stay, Boy; don't shew them up yet; my Mistress must not find me in this Pickle. Go you down, Lucy, and shew them into the Parlour, but return directly and help to dress me. (Exeunt Lucy and Servant) Come, Nephew, help me off with this Gown and Cap; let me make myself as agreeable as I can for my Mistress. Gently, gently, Child, have a care, have a care of my Hand (pulling off the Gown)! Oh! Oh! Oh! you have touched my gouty Finger. (Enter Lucy) Come hither, Lucy, do you dress me; you are most used to it. Are my Flannels warm?
Lucy. Here, here, all roasted—they have been at the Fire these three Hours. (Lucy and Bellair dress him up like a ridiculous old man; they put a heap of Flannels on him, then his Clothes, and a ridiculous Tye Wig)
Skin. Well, how do I look now? Pretty well, ha?
Bell. Very well, Sir, and very genteel.
Skin. Now shew the Ladies up, Lucy. I protest this dressing hath fatigued me, auh! auh! auh! (coughing)
Lucy. (To Bellair as she goes out) I have hinted something to Harriet which I believe will break off the Match infallibly. (Exit)
Skin. Nephew, notwithstanding, auh!—This Marriage, I shall make a handsome Provision for you.
Bell. Sir, your Health and Happiness are my chiefest Blessings.
(Enter Lady LOVEWEALTH, HARRIET and LUCY)
Lad. Sir Isaac Skinflint, I am glad to see you up and dressed this morning. We had a report in our Neighbourhood that you died last Night.