MOSES. Ah! there is the Pity of all! He is so damned charitable.
ROWLEY. And I left a Hosier and two Tailors in the Hall—who I'm sure won't be paid, and this hundred would satisfy 'em.
SIR OLIVER. Well—well—I'll pay his debts and his Benevolences too—I'll take care of old Stanley—myself—But now I am no more a Broker, and you shall introduce me to the elder Brother as Stanley——
ROWLEY. Not yet a while—Sir Peter I know means to call there about this time.
Enter TRIP
TRIP. O Gentlemen—I beg Pardon for not showing you out—this way—Moses, a word.
[Exit TRIP with MOSES.]
SIR OLIVER. There's a Fellow for you—Would you believe it that Puppy intercepted the Jew, on our coming, and wanted to raise money before he got to his master!
ROWLEY. Indeed!
SIR OLIVER. Yes—they are now planning an annuity Business—Ah Master Rowley[,] in my Day Servants were content with the Follies of their Masters when they were worn a little Thread Bare but now they have their Vices like their Birth Day cloaths with the gloss on.