And see her wasting!——
Eust. Peace! peace!
I have not ate, old man, since—Pshaw! the wind
Affects my eyes—but yet I—'Sdeath! what ails me?
I have no appetite.—Here, take this trash, and—
[The Old Man takes the Wallet, falls upon his Knees, and attempts to speak.
Pr'ythee away, old soul;—nay, nay, no thanks;—
Get home, and do not talk—I cannot.—
[Exit Old Man.
Out on't!