Lucy. Yes Sir, and he will be here presently. (Knocking) Hark, this is he I suppose.
Skin. Go see; if it is, send him up. (Exit Lucy) What an insupportable Vexation Riches are; all my Relations are watching and hovering about me like so many Crows about a dead Carrion; even Bellair, who behaves the best of them all, has a Hawk's Eye, I see, after my Will and advises me in a sly indirect manner to the making of it. A Parent is used by an Heir just as a Virgin is by a Rake; before we have parted with our Treasure, we are adored, we are Gods and Goddesses, but as soon as that is over, we become as troublesome to them as an evil Conscience. I'll keep my money to save my poor Soul, for to be sure I have got a great deal of it in an unfair manner; therefore in order to make my Peace hereafter, I'll leave it to build an Almshouse.
(Enter LUCY)
Lucy. Sir, there's a Lady in deep Mourning below, who says she is your Niece.
Skin. If she is such a Canary Bird as her Brother that was here today, she may go to the Devil; however shew her up. (Exit Lucy)
She may be the reverse of him; we ought not to condemn a whole Family for one bad Person.
(Enter LUCY, showing in SHARK who is dressed in Weeds)
Lucy. Madam, this is your Uncle.
Shar. Sir, I have not the Honour to be known to you, but the Report of your Death has brought me to Town, to testify the Duty and Affection of an unworthy Niece for the best of Uncles.
Skin. A good well bred kind of a Woman. (Aside to Lucy) Ay, this is something like a Relation.