Tip. Ay, Sir Harry, had you not been well cudgelled in your youth, you had never been the man you are.
Sir Har. You say right, sir, now I feel the benefit of it. There's a crab-tree near your house which flourishes for the good of my posterity, and has brushed our jackets from father to son, for several generations.
Tip. I am glad to hear you have all things necessary for the family within yourselves.
Sir Har. Oh, yonder, I see Numps is coming—I have dressed him in the very suit I had on at my own wedding; 'tis a most becoming apparel.
Enter Humphry Gubbin.
Tip. Truly, the youth makes a good marriageable figure.
Sir Har. Come forward, Numps; this is your uncle Tipkin, your mother's brother, Numps, that is so kind as to bestow his niece upon you.—Don't be so glum, sirrah, don't bow to a man with a face as if you'd knock him down, don't, sirrah. [Apart.
Tip. I am glad to see you, cousin Humphry.—He is not talkative, I observe already.
Sir Har. He is very shrewd, sir, when he pleases.—Do you see this crab-stick, you dog? [Apart.]—Well, Numps, don't be out of humour.—Will you talk? [Apart.]—Come, we're your friends, Numps; come, lad.
Hump. You are a pure fellow for a father. This is always your tricks, to make a great fool of one before company. [Apart to his father.