Hump. A crab-tree stick in his hand?
Pounce. We han't met anybody with these marks; but sure I have seen you before—Are not you Mr. Humphry Gubbin, son and heir to Sir Henry Gubbin?
Hump. I am his son and heir—but how long I shall be so I can't tell, for he talks every day of disinheriting me.
Pounce. Dear sir, let me embrace you—Nay, don't be offended if I take the liberty to kiss you. Mr. Fainlove, pray [Fainlove kisses] kiss the gentleman—Nay, dear sir, don't stare and be surprised, for I have had a desire to be better known to you ever since I saw you one day clinch your fist at your father when his back was turned upon you; for I must own I very much admire a young gentleman of spirit.
Hump. Why, sir, would it not vex a man to the heart to have an old fool snubbing a body every minute afore company?
Pounce. Oh fie, he uses you like a boy.
Hump. Like a boy! He lays me on now and then as if I were one of his hounds. You can't think what a rage he was in this morning because I boggled a little at marrying my own cousin.
Pounce. A man can't be too scrupulous, Mr. Humphry—a man can't be too scrupulous.
Hump. Sir, I could as soon love my own flesh and blood; we should squabble like brother and sister; do you think we should not? Mr.——Pray, gentlemen, may I crave the favour of your names?
Pounce. Sir, I am the very person that has been employed to draw up the articles of marriage between you and your cousin.