SURFACE. I will—I will—So 'tis confounded hard after such bad Fortune, to be baited by one's confederate in evil—well at all events my character is so much better than Charles's, that I certainly—hey—what!—this is not Sir Oliver—but old Stanley again!—Plague on't that He should return to teaze me just now—I shall have Sir Oliver come and find him here—and——
Enter SIR OLIVER
Gad's life, Mr. Stanley—why have you come back to plague me at this time? you must not stay now upon my word!
SIR OLIVER. Sir—I hear your Unkle Oliver is expected here—and tho' He has been so penurious to you, I'll try what He'll do for me—
SURFACE. Sir! 'tis impossible for you to stay now—so I must beg——come any other time and I promise you you shall be assisted.
SIR OLIVER. No—Sir Oliver and I must be acquainted—
SURFACE. Zounds Sir then [I] insist on your quitting the—Room directly—
SIR OLIVER. Nay Sir——
SURFACE. Sir—I insist on't—here William show this Gentleman out. Since you compel me Sir—not one moment—this is such insolence.
[Going to push him out.]
Enter CHARLES