Sir Fran. I am sorry for that, Sir.
Unc. Rich. Nay, 'tis for your own sake: I'm not concern'd.
Sir Fran. I hope, uncle, I shall give you such weighty reasons for what I've done, as shall convince you I'm a prudent man.
Unc. Rich. That wilt thou never convince me of, whilst thou shalt live.
[Aside.
Sir Fran. Here, Humphry, come up to your uncle——Sir, this is your godson.
Squire Humph. Honour'd uncle and godfather; I creave leave to ask your blessing.
[Kneels.
Unc. Rich. Thou art a numbscull I see already.