Cur. She was good, she was kind! She was in her right mind. Brother Swipes, when we divide, I think I will take the mansion-house.
Swipes. Not so fast, if you please, Mr. Currie! My wife has long had her eye upon that, and must have it. (Both rise.)
Cur. There will be two words to that bargain, Mr. Swipes! And, besides, I ought to have the first choice. Did not I lend her a new chaise every time she wished to ride? And who knows what influence——.
Swipes. Am I not named first in her will? And did I not furnish her with my best small beer for more than six months? And who knows——.
Frank. Gentlemen, I must leave you.
(Going.)
’Squire. (Wiping his spectacles, and putting them on.) Pray, gentlemen, keep your seats. I have not done yet. (All sit.) Let me see; where was I?—Ay,—“All my property, both personal and real, to my dear cousins, Samuel Swipes, of Malt street, brewer——”
Swipes. Yes!
’Squire. “And Christopher Currie, Fly Court, saddler——”
Cur. Yes!