Tip. I presume this is not the first time, Sir Harry, you have measured his shoulders with your cane.
Sir Mar. Look ye, brother, two foot and a-half in the shoulders.
Tip. Two foot and a-half? We must make some settlement on the younger children.
Sir Har. Not like him, quotha'!
Tip. He may see his cousin when he pleases.
Hump. But harkee, uncle, I have a scruple I had better mention before marriage than after.
Tip. What's that? What's that?
Hump. My cousin, you know, is akin to me, and I don't think it lawful for a young man to marry his own relations.[85]
Sir Har. Harkee, harkee, Numps, we have got a way to solve all that.—Sirrah! Consider this cudgel! Your cousin! suppose I'd have you marry your grandmother; what then? [Apart.
Tip. Well, has your father satisfied you in the point, Mr. Humphry?