Pett. Ye know we promised to give him a Meeting here.
Comp. ’Tis true we did so,—but come to the Business in hand.
[Pettifog and Compasse talk privately.
Mr. Ven. Well, bring us a Bottle of your best Red.
Draw. You shall have it, Sir.
[Exit Drawer.
Mr. Ven. And what do you think of my Cause, Mr. Dodge?
Dodge. O we shall carry it most certainly: You have Money to go through with the Business; and ne’re fear but we’ll trounce them swingingly.
Mr. Ven. I warrant you think it very strange, Mr. Dodge, that I am at this Charge and Expence to bring a farther Charge upon me.
Dodge. Not I, I assure you, Sir, for I know you are a wise Man, and know very well what you do; besides you have Money, Money enough, Sir.
Mr. Ven. Why the short and the long of the Business is this; I made a Purchase lately, and in that I did estate the Child (about which I’m sued) Joint-Purchaser with me in all the Land I bought.
Mrs. Ven. Right Husband; and you know ’twas I that advised you to make the Purchase, and therefore I’ll never give my Consent to have the Child brought up by such a stinking Tar-barrel as now sues for him; he’d only bring him up to be a Swabber; no, no, he was born a Merchant and a Gentleman, and he shall live and die so.