Worthnought. Can I? Only prove your words, and enroll me your everlasting, your indissoluble friend, demme.
Humphry. Friend me none of your friends; I don't want such everlasting friends as you, d'ye see, becase why, if you never make a beginning with your friendship, I'm sure it can't be everlasting; and if you've got a mind to shew your friendliness, I'm sure you cou'dn't have a more fitter time than now.
Worthnought. What wou'd the addity have me say, I wonder.
Humphry. I wou'dn't have you say anything,—you talk too much already, for the matter o' that; I like for to see people do things, not talk 'em.
Worthnought. There [Gives him money.]—is that what you want?
Humphry. Aye, I thought you understood me well enough.—Your friendship wants as much spurring and kicking and coaxing as our lazy old gelding at home;—I wou'dn't trust such a friend as far as I cou'd fling a cow by the tail.
Worthnought. Poh, poh,—to the point, to the point.
Humphry. Why, then you must know, how old Mr. Lovit is a going for to marry the West-Indian young gentleman to young Mistress Airy, I think he call'd her; and so you can go try Mistress Harriet yourself, for I'm sure she won't have him now.
Worthnought. Why, pray?
Humphry. Why if she gets him, she'll get a bastard, for old Mr. Lovit isn't his father.