Sir Har. I am he.
Con. An't please your Baronetship, searching some Houses of ill repute, in one of 'em we found these three Gentlemen, [pointing to Totty and Knapsack.] with three Women; and searching a little further, under a fat Whores Petticoats, we found this little Gentleman, [Pointing to Shrimp.] but saying they belong'd to your Honour, we brought 'em hither before we went to the Justice.
Sir Har. They do belong to me; here's a Crown for you to drink; pray leave us.
Tot. If you be Sir Harry Sprightly, my Grand-Mother will be very angry when she hears how these Fellows ha' daub'd my Cloaths.
Sir Har. [To Shrimp.] Was that the Place I order'd you to carry the
Boy to.
Tot. Boy, the Gentlewoman I ha' been with, did'n't think mee a Boy.
Sir Har. What Gentlewoman?
Tot. Why, we ha been at the Tavern, where we drunk pure Sack, and saw Madam Betty, the Orange-Lady; and afterwards we went to fine Madam Over-done's stately Lodgings in Vinegar-Yard, where we ha' been as merry as my Grand-Mother, when she gets drunk with Plague-Water. [Feels his Pockets.] Ah Lard! Mr. Shrimp, where's my Hundred Pound Bill?
Sir Har. The Lady you ha' been with, I guess, has pickt your Pocket, and these Fellows are to share it with her.
Tot. She pick my Pocket! why she had a Furbelow-Scarf on.