Skin. For you? Pray, Sir, who are you?
Shar. Your Nephew who has rid a hundred Miles on purpose to take Possession of your Estate.
Skin. Are you my Nephew?
Shar. Yes, Sir.
Skin. I am sorry for it.
Shar. My Name is Bumper; my Father, Sir Barnaby Bumper, took to Wife a Lady who as I have been told was your Sister; which said Sister, Sir, brought me into the World in less than four Months after her Marriage.
Skin. In four Months?
Shar. Yes, Sir, My Father was a little displeased with it at first; but upon his being informed that such forward Births were frequent in your Family, he was soon reconciled to it.
Skin. They belied our Family, Sir—for our Family—
Shar. Hush! hush! Don't expose them. They were always a damned whoring Family; I must confess I have frequently blushed at the quickness of my Mother's conception, for it has often been thrown in my Teeth; but since it has made me your Heir, that will set me above the Disgrace.