[Giving him the Box.
Job. [Squeezes Peregrine's Hand, returns the Box, and seems almost unable to utter.] Take it again.
Pereg. Why do you reject it?
Job. I'll tell you, as soon as I'm able. T'other day, I lent a friend——Pshaw, rot it! I'm an old fool! [Wiping his Eyes.]—I lent a friend, t'other day, the whole profits of my trade, to save him from sinking. He walk'd off with them, and made me a bankrupt. Don't you think he is a rascal?
Pereg. Decidedly so.
Job. And what should I be, if I took all you have saved in the world, and left you to shift for yourself?
Pereg. But the case is different. This money is, in fact, your own. I am inur'd to hardships; better able to bear them, and am younger than you. Perhaps, too, I still have prospects of——
Job. I won't take it. I'm as thankful to you, as if I left you to starve: but I won't take it.
Pereg. Remember, too, you have claims upon you, which I have not. My guide, as I came hither, said, you had married in my absence: 'tis true, he told me you were now a widower; but, it seems, you have a daughter to provide for.
Job. I have no daughter to provide for now!