Hump. Ay, ay, sir, very well. I have not the least scruple remaining; no, no—not in the least, sir.
Tip. Then harkee, brother, we'll go take a whet and settle the whole affair.
Sir Har. Come, we'll leave Numps here: he knows the way—Not marry your own relations, sirrah! [Apart. [Exeunt.
Hump. Very fine, very fine! How prettily this park is stocked with soldiers, and deer, and ducks, and ladies!—Ha! where are the old fellows gone? where can they be tro'——I'll ask these people.
Enter Pounce and Fainlove.
Hump. Ha, you pretty young gentleman, did you see my father?
Fain. Your father, sir?
Hump. A weazel-faced cross old gentleman with spindle-shanks?
Fain. No, sir.