LORD FOPPINGTON.
Because I remember mine did so when I heard my uncle was shot through the head.
TOM FASHION.
It, then, did very ill.
LORD FOPPINGTON.
Pr’ythee, why so?
TOM FASHION.
Because he used you very well.
LORD FOPPINGTON.
Well!—Naw, strike me dumb! he starved me; he has let me want a thausand women for want of a thausand paund.
TOM FASHION.
Then he hindered you from making a great many ill bargains; for I think no woman worth money that will take money.
LORD FOPPINGTON.
If I was a younger brother I should think so too.
TOM FASHION.
Then you are seldom much in love?
LORD FOPPINGTON.
Never, stap my vitals!
TOM FASHION.
Why, then, did you make all this bustle about Amanda?