TRIP. A small sum—but twenty Pound—harkee, Moses do you think you could get it me by way of annuity?
SIR OLIVER. An annuity! ha! ha! a Footman raise money by annuity—Well done Luxury egad! [Aside.]
MOSES. Who would you get to join with you?
TRIP. You know my Lord Applice—you have seen him however——
MOSES. Yes——
TRIP. You must have observed what an appearance he makes—nobody dresses better, nobody throws off faster—very well this Gentleman will stand my security.
MOSES. Well—but you must insure your Place.
TRIP. O with all my Heart—I'll insure my Place, and my Life too, if you please.
SIR OLIVER. It's more than I would your neck——
MOSES. But is there nothing you could deposit?