Mel. A good example, sir, will go a great way—When my cousin is pleased to surrender, 'tis probable I shan't hold out much longer.
Enter Brazen.
Brazen. Gentlemen, I am yours—Madam, I am not yours.
Mel. I'm glad on't, sir.
Brazen. So am I—You have got a pretty house here, Mr. Laconic.
Bal. 'Tis time to right all mistakes—My name, sir, is Balance.
Brazen. Balance! Sir, I am your most obedient—I know your whole generation—had not you an uncle that was governor of the Leeward Islands, some years ago?
Bal. Did you know him?
Brazen. Intimately, sir, he played at billiards to a miracle—You had a brother too, that was a captain of a fire-ship—poor Dick—he had the most engaging way with him of making punch—and then his cabin was so neat—but his poor boy Jack was the most comical bastard—Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! a pickled dog, I shall never forget him.
Plume. Have you got your recruits, my dear?