Doct. You did so, Sir, and you have made it. And it is registered. And there is the Copy. Ask your Nephew, and these Ladies, and your maid Lucy, and the Footman here.
Shar. No pray, Sir, don't bring me into it; I was not here.
Doct. You are right, Friend, I believe you were not here, but ask all the rest.
Skin. Nephew, do you know anything of all this?
Bell. Upon my word, Sir, what the Doctor says is true.
Skin. How! True, Lucy?
Lucy. Indeed, Sir, you did make a Will before you had your fit, but you have forgot it, I suppose.
Skin. Why this is all a Contrivance, a Conspiracy, a—pray when did I make this Will?
Doct. Why, Sir, it is not ten minutes since you signed it, and all these are Witnesses. (Pointing on their own side of the room)
Shar. No pray, Sir, leave me out. I will be sworn in any Court in Westminster, Sir Isaac, that I know nothing of the matter.