Shar. Pray be silent, Nephew; I know his Virtues and good Qualities; therefore, Mr. Littlewit, I think you may as well make it two hundred and fifty.
Bell. Sir! Per Annum! Sir!
Shar. Ay, per Annum, for ten Annums if I please, Sir. Why sure I can do what I will with my own.
Bell. I beg your Pardon, Sir, it is a great deal too much, I think.
Shar. I think not, and I believe at this Juncture my Thoughts are more to the purpose than yours.
Bell. But consider, Sir, what can he do with so much money; such a low poor Fellow that has no Friends.
Shar. No Friends?
Bell. No Sir, a low Friendless Fellow.
Shar. Nay if he is poor—set him down another hundred, Mr. Littlewit. He shall not want a Friend while I am alive; for he is an honest Lad, and loves a Bottle and a Wench as well as myself.
Bell. Was there ever such a tricking exorbitant Rascal? (Aside) Sir, I beg you'll alter that Article that relates to Shark.