Clar. My life!
Aram. My angel!
Clar. My soul!
[Hugging one another.
Aram. The stars have done this.
Clar. The pretty little twinklers.
Flip. And what will you do for them now?
Clar. What grateful creatures ought; shew 'em we don't despise their favours.
Aram. But is not this a wager between these two blockheads?