Bell. So! Thus far all goes well. Shark has been as successful in his Widow as his Fox. We have routed the Family of the Bumpers. There is nothing now to apprehend from that Quarter. But the main Difficulty is yet behind, which is to induce him to make his Will, for without that my Lady Lovewealth's Avarice never will consent to make my dearest Harriet mine.
(Enter LUCY)
Lucy. O Sir, we are all undone!
Bell. Why what's the matter?
Lucy. Your Uncle, Sir, is dead.
Bell. Dead!
Lucy. Ay, dead, Sir! Shark with his Tricks and Rogueries has so teazed him that having with much ado got into his Chamber, down he fell upon the Bed, and there he lies without either Motion, Voice, Sense, Pulse or Understanding.
Bell. The very means I took to succeed have infallibly ruined me.
(Enter SHARK)
Shar. Is he gone? Is the coast clear?