[Takes out a small leather purse, and offers it to Banks.
Banks. I thank you, my good natured boy; but keep your money.
Sim. Last summer, you saved me from being drowned in black pool, if you'll not take this, ecod, in there I'll directly fling it, and let old nick save it from being drowned, an'he can. [Going.
Banks. My kind lad, then I'll not hurt your feeling, by opposing your liberality.
[Takes it.
Sim. He, he, he! you've now given my heart such a pleasure as I never felt, nor I'm sure feyther afore me.
Banks. But, Sim, whatever may be his opinion of worldly prudence, still remember he's your parent.
Sim. I will—"One elbow chair, one claw table."
[Exit, writing, and Banks.
Enter Amelia.