Ang. He's mad, sure!——Sir Harry, when you have learned more wit and manners, you shall be welcome here again. [Exit.
Sir H. Wit and manners! 'Egad, now, I conceive there is a great deal of wit and manners in twenty guineas—I'm sure 'tis all the wit and manners I have about me at present. What shall I do?
Enter Clincher Junior and Dicky.
What the devil's here? Another cousin, I warrant ye!—Harkye, sir, can you lend me ten or a dozen guineas instantly? I'll pay you fifteen for them in three hours, upon my honour.
Clinch. jun. These London sparks are plaguy impudent! This fellow, by his assurance, can be no less than a courtier.
Dicky. He's rather a courtier by his borrowing.
Clinch. jun. 'Faith, sir, I han't above five guineas about me.
Sir H. What business have you here then, sir?—For, to my knowledge, twenty won't be sufficient.
Clinch. jun. Sufficient! for what, sir?
Sir H. What, sir! Why, for that, sir; what the devil should it be, sir? I know your business, notwithstanding all your gravity, sir.