Loveyet. That's true; I'm glad you remind me of my promise.
Humphry. Not I, I didn't remind you,—I scorn it.
Loveyet. I dare say you do. [Gives him money.] There, drink my health with that.
Humphry. With all my heart—soul, I mean;—aye, here's soul enough—[Jingling the money.]—to buy the matter o' twenty mugs;—come, let's go at once.
Loveyet. I?—excuse me, sir; I have particular business elsewhere.—Sir, your most humble servant.
Humphry. Sir, I am your most humble sarvint too. [Bows awkwardly.]
[Exeunt, severally.
Scene III. Mr. Friendly's House.
Enter Harriet.
[Knocking at the door.] What an incessant knocking! Mr. Friendly's family are out, and between their company and my own, I expect to be engaged all day: I am fairly tired of these morning visits;—they are fashionable, and, therefore, agreeable, to those who can make propriety and happiness subservient to custom and false politeness; but, for my part—