Shar. Not at all, Nephew.
Bell. Here's a Dog. (Aside) Consider, Sir, she's a low bred poor Person.
Shar. Poor is she? Why then, Mr. Littlewit, if the Girl is poor, put her down another Hundred, but with a Proviso still that she marries Shark.
Bell. I presume, Sir, you have done now.
Shar. Done! The Gods of Gratitude and Generosity forbid; no I must remember poor Shark. I must not forget him—Item, to that honest Fellow Shark, auh, auh!
Bell. O the Rascal; he'll give half the Estate to himself and Lucy.
Shar. To Shark, I say, for his faithful Services.
Bell. Why, Sir, he's the most idle, drunken——
Shar. Hold your Tongue, Nephew, you are deceived in the young Man—you don't know him so well as I. I have known him many Years; he is a sober honest Fellow, and has a great Regard for you, and for that Reason, I leave him two hundred pounds per Annum.
Bell. Two hundred pounds, Sir——