(Believe me), am next heir to't.
Barton. Very like.
Yet, sir, if heirs had liberty to draw
For what is not their own, till time shall give it them,
I fear the stock would soon be dry;—and, then,
The principals might have some cause to grumble.
La Var. Thou art the strangest fellow! What's thy name?
Barton. Barton;—that I may trust you with.
La Var. No more?
Barton. No, not a pin's point more. Pshaw! here comes one,