Man. The way lies plain before you, Sir; the same road that brought you hither will carry you safe home again.
Sir Fran. Ods-flesh! cousin, what! and leave a thousand pound a year behind me?
Man. Pooh! pooh! leave any thing behind you, but your family, and you are a saver by it.
Sir Fran. Ay, but consider, cousin, what a scurvy figure I shall make in the country, if I come dawn withawt it!
Man. You will make a much more lamentable figure in jail without it.
Sir Fran. Mayhap 'at yow have no great opinion of it then, cousin?
Man. Sir Francis, to do you the service of a real friend, I must speak very plainly to you: you don't yet see half the ruin that's before you.
Sir Fran. Good-lack! how may yow mean, cousin?
Man. In one word, your whole affairs stand thus——In a week you'll lose your seat at Westminster: In a fortnight my lady will run you into jail, by keeping the best company——In four and twenty hours, your daughter will run away with a sharper, because she han't been us'd to better company: and your son will steal into marriage with a cast-mistress, because he has not been us'd to any company at all.
Sir Fran. I'th' name of goodness why should you think all this?