Young Fash. Damn my elder Brother.
Lory. With all my heart; but get him to redeem your Annuity, however.
Young Fash. My Annuity! 'Sdeath, he's such a Dog, he would not give his Powder-Puff to redeem my Soul.
Lory. Look you, Sir, you must wheedle him, or you must starve.
Young Fash. Look you, Sir, I will neither wheedle him, nor starve.
Lory. Why? what will you do then?
Young Fash. I'll go into the Army.
Lory. You can't take the Oaths; you are a Jacobite.
Young Fash. Thou may'st as well say I can't take Orders because I'm an Atheist.