Bell. Alive!
Lucy. Ay, alive, Sir.
Shar. This comes of your begrudging me my Snack of the Spoil, Sir.
Bell. Why I thought you saw him senseless and dead.
Lucy. I thought so too; but it seems while we were about the Will, Monsieur du Maigre, the Apothecary, came in and bled him in an Instant, which has unfortunately recovered him. He is within with him now, and one Councellour Cormorant who is come upon some Law Business to him—O here they all come.
Bell. What a malicious turn of Fortune this is.
Shar. Why Sir, if you will not be ungrateful, now I believe I can secure a Retreat and such a one as the greatest General in Europe in our Situation would not be ashamed of.
Bell. Dear Shark, I will do anything thou wilt.
Shar. Ay, now it is dear Shark, but know, Sir, you have to deal with an Englishman, and a Man of Honour who scorns to put an Enemy to Death when he begs for Quarter—tho' you have been an ungenerous Ally as ever vowed Fidelity to the Crown of England—but no matter, I'll serve you still and completely.
Bell. But how, dear Shark?