To be trusted with money, and so I have hit on a plan, by which
You’ll be, I consider, spared the trouble of managing it;
And though not launched on the world as I’d wish to see my son,
You’ll be, I consider, ensured from absolute destitution.
Unable to leave you my wealth, I turn to those that are next,
To them I do not shrink from entrusting it; and I consider,
That at their house, Pamphilus, you will always find at least
A refuge, food & clothes, & a roof above your head.
Pam. Good God!
Chr.Don’t swear.—’Tis better than that you should be my heir,