Job. He dare as soon jump into one of your tin-mines. Brass!—there is no baser metal than hypocrisy: he came with that false coin to my shop, and it pass'd; but see how conscience nails him to the spot, now!
Frank. [To Sir Simon.] Sir, I came to explain all.
Sir Simon. Sir, you must be aware that all is explained already. You provoke a brazier almost to knock me down; and bring me news of it, when he is fix'd as tight in my study, as a copper in my kitchen.
Frank. [Advancing to Job.] Mr. Thornberry, I——
Job. Keep your distance! I'm an old fellow; but if my daughter's seducer comes near me, I'll beat him as flat as a stewpan.
Frank. [Still advancing.] Suffer me to speak, and—
Job. [Rising from the Chair, and holding up his Cane.] Come an inch nearer, and I'll be as good as my word.
Enter Peregrine.
Pereg. Hold!
Job. Eh! you here? then I have some chance, perhaps, of getting righted, at last.