Lady D. What's the matter, cousin?
Clinch. jun. The matter! ha! ha! Why, an honest porter, ha! ha! ha! has knocked out my brother's brains—ha! ha! ha!
Sir H. A very good jest, i'faith—ha! ha! ha!
Clinch. jun. Ay, sir; but the best jest of all is, he knocked out his brains with a hammer—and so he is as dead as a door-nail! ha! ha! ha!
Lady D. And do you laugh, wretch?
Clinch. jun. Laugh! ha! ha! ha! let me see e'er a younger brother in England, that won't laugh at such a jest!
Ang. You appeared a very sober, pious gentleman, some hours ago.
Clinch. jun. Pshaw! I was a fool then; but now, madam, I'm a wit; I can rake now. As for your part, madam, you might have had me once; but now, madam, if you should fall to eating chalk, or gnawing the sheets, it is none of my fault. Now, madam, I have got an estate, and I must go to the Jubilee.
Enter Clincher Senior, in a Blanket.
Clinch. sen. Must you so, rogue—must ye? You will go to the Jubilee, will you?