SIR OLIVER. Aye and marry her Joseph if you can.—Oil and Vinegar egad:—you'll do very well together.
ROWLEY. I believe we have no more occasion for Mr. Snake at Present—
SNAKE. Before I go—I beg Pardon once for all for whatever uneasiness I have been the humble instrument of causing to the Parties present.
SIR PETER. Well—well you have made atonement by a good Deed at last—
SNAKE. But I must Request of the Company that it shall never be known—
SIR PETER. Hey!—what the Plague—are you ashamed of having done a right thing once in your life?
SNAKE. Ah: Sir—consider I live by the Badness of my Character!—I have nothing but my Infamy to depend on!—and, if it were once known that I had been betray'd into an honest Action, I should lose every Friend I have in the world.
SIR OLIVER. Well—well we'll not traduce you by saying anything to your Praise never fear.
[Exit SNAKE.]
SIR PETER. There's a precious Rogue—Yet that fellow is a Writer and a Critic.