Lad. Then, Harriet, I will leave you here, Child, while I call upon my Lawyer in Lincoln's Inn, who is to peruse the Writings.—Mrs. Lucy, pray will you let one of your Men order my Coach up to the Door.(Exit Lucy)
Sir Isaac Skinflint, your Servant. Mr. Bellair, yours.(Exit)
Skin. [To Harriet] Come Madam, let not these naughty Flannels disgust you; I can pull 'em off upon—um—ahu—certain Occasions. I shall look better in a few days.
Har. Better! That's impossible, Sir, you can't look better.
Skin. O Lord, Madam! (Bowing)
Har. (Takes him by the hand) There, there's a Figure; do but view him. Sir, I never saw a finer Figure for a Shroud and Coffin in my Life.
Skin. Madam! (starting)
Har. I say, Sir, you are a most enchanting Figure for a Shroud and Coffin.
Skin. Shroud and Coffin! (He walks off! She after him)
Har. Well I can't help admiring your Intrepidity, Sir Isaac; o' my Conscience, you have more Courage than half the young Fellows in Town. Why what a Don Quixot are you to venture that shattered, shabby, crazy Carcass of yours into a Marriage Bed with a hale Constitution of Nineteen!