Sir B. The young lady’s penchant is obvious.
Crab. But, Benjamin, you must not give up the pursuit for that; follow her, and put her into good humour. Repeat her some of your own verses. Come, I’ll assist you.
Sir B. Mr. Surface, I did not mean to hurt you; but depend on’t, your brother is utterly undone.
Crab. Oh, lud! ay, undone as ever man was. Can’t raise a guinea!
Sir B. And everything sold, I’m told, that was movable.
“POOR DEAR GIRL, WHO KNOWS WHAT HER SITUATION MAY BE?”
Crab. I have seen one that was at his house. Not a thing left but some empty bottles that were overlooked, and the family pictures, which I believe are framed in the wainscot!
Sir B. And I’m very sorry, also, to hear some bad stories against him.
Crab. Oh! he has done many mean things, that’s certain.