Maigre. Yes; he was dead, but I bring him to Life; I bleed a him, and so he comes from the dead Man to de Life. But come, allons, vite, vite, he want a de Gown. (Takes up the Gown and Cap)
Lucy. So we have been making a Will to a fine Purpose.
Maigre. Allons, vite, vite, Mistress Lucy, he be very bad indeed—and he want a you ver much, allons.(Exeunt)
(Enter BELLAIR and SHARK)
Shar. Well, Sir, now who is the Fool? the Blockhead? Did not I tell you we should succeed?
Bell. Yes but, Scoundrel, how did you dare to make such a Will?
Shar. In what respect, Sir?
Bell. In what, Rascal! To Lucy and yourself, how dare you leave so much money between you?
Shar. For the best reason in the World, Sir, because I knew nobody dared to contradict me. And had I thought you would have been angry at it—I assure you, Sir—I should have left as much more. Why Sir, if you will consider the Affair impartially, you will find I had a right to be Co-heir with you.
Bell. How so, Sir?