TRIP. Why nothing capital of my master's wardrobe has drop'd lately—but I could give you a mortgage on some of his winter Cloaths with equity of redemption before November or—you shall have the reversion—of the French velvet, or a post obit on the Blue and Silver—these I should think Moses—with a few Pair of Point Ruffles as a collateral security—hey, my little Fellow?
MOSES. Well well—we'll talk presently—we detain the Gentlemen——
SIR OLIVER. O pray don't let me interrupt Mr. Trip's Negotiation.
TRIP. Harkee—I heard the Bell—I believe, Gentlemen I can now introduce you—don't forget the annuity little Moses.
SIR OLIVER. If the man be a shadow of his Master this is the Temple of Dissipation indeed!
[Exeunt.]
SCENE III.—CHARLES, CARELESS, etc., etc.
At Table with Wine