SIR OLIVER. Well then Mr. Trip—I presume your master is seldom without company——
TRIP. Very seldom Sir—the world says ill-natured things of him but 'tis all malice—no man was ever better beloved—Sir he seldom sits down to dinner without a dozen particular Friends——
SIR OLIVER. He's very happy indeed—you have a pleasant sort of Place here I guess?
TRIP. Why yes—here are three or four of us pass our time agreeably enough—but then our wages are sometimes a little in arrear—and not very great either—but fifty Pounds a year and find our own Bags and Bouquets——
SIR OLIVER. Bags and Bouquets!—Halters and Bastinadoes! [Aside.]
TRIP. But a propos Moses—have you been able to get me that little Bill discounted?
SIR OLIVER. Wants to raise money too!—mercy on me! has his distresses, I warrant[,] like a Lord—and affects Creditors and Duns! [Aside.]
MOSES. 'Twas not be done, indeed——
TRIP. Good lack—you surprise me—My Friend Brush has indorsed it and I thought when he put his name at the Back of a Bill 'twas as good as cash.
MOSES. No 'twouldn't do.