Ped. Bill! I don't owe you any—
Spado. Yes, you do, sir; recollect, didn't you ever hire any thing of me?
Ped. Me! no!
Spado. Oh, yes; I lent you the use of my two fine ears, to hear your song, and the use of my most capital nose, to snuff up your macquabah.
Ped. Eh! what the deuce, do you hire out your senses and organs, and—
Spado. Yes, and if you don't instantly pay the hire, I'll strike up a symphonia on this little barrel organ here.
[Shows a Pistol.
Ped. Hold, my dear sir—there—[Gives Money.]—I refuse to pay my debts!—Sir, I'm the most punctual—[Frightened.] But if you please, rather than hire them again, I'd chuse to buy your fine nose, and your capital ears, out and out.
Spado. Hark ye! [In a low Tone.] You owe your Donship to a finesse of mine, so mention this, and you are undone, sirrah!
Ped. Sir! [Frightened.] Dear sir! [Spado presents Pistol.]—Oh, lord, sir!