Gerv. [Aside.] If I had a thousand sons, none of 035 the race of the Gervases should ever be educated by thee, thou vile old Satan!
Aldo. Away, boy! Fix thy arms, and whet, like the lusty German boys, before a charge: He shall bolt immediately.
Wood. O, fear not the vigorous five-and-twenty.
Aldo. Hold, a word first: Thou saidst my son was shortly to come over.
Wood. So he told me.
Aldo. Thou art my bosom friend.
Gerv. [Aside.] Of an hour's acquaintance.
Aldo. Be sure thou dost not discover my frailties to the young scoundrel: 'Twere enough to make the boy my master. I must keep up the dignity of old age with him.
Wood. Keep but your own counsel, father; for whatever he knows, must come from you.
Aldo. The truth on't is, I sent for him over; partly to have married him, and partly because his villainous bills came so thick upon me, that I grew weary of the charge.