Gum. (nods his head.) I thought so.
(Seedy reads.)
“And whereas I consider that my apothecary, Mr Haustus Gumarabic, hath sent in much unnecessary physic, during my long illness—it is my earnest request that my executors will not fail to tax his bill.”
Gum. (rises and comes forward.) Tax my bill!—well that is odd, very odd! I may as well go and look after my patients. (Exit.)
(James and William come forward.)
James. I say, Bill, how are you off for a suit of mourning?
Will. Thanky for nothing, Jem. If the old gentleman don’t go to heaven until I put it on, he will be in a very bad way. Come along, it’s no use staying here.
(John and Thomas come forward.)
John. I say, Tom, how are you off for nineteen pounds nineteen and six? Heh!
Thos. Let’s toss and see which shall have both legacies. Here goes—heads or tails?