Y. W. Yes; I would fain have kept him company; but being aware of my kindness, he went abroad. He has travelled these five years, and I am told is a grave, sober fellow, and in danger of living a great while; all my hope is, that when he gets into his honour and estate the nobility will soon kill him by drinking him up to his dignity. But come, Frank, I have but two eyesores in the world, a brother before me and a hump behind me, and thou art still laying them in my way; let us assume an argument of less severity. Can’st thou lend me a brace of hundred pounds?
Rich. What would you do with them?
Y. W. Do with them? There’s a question indeed. Do you think I would eat them?
Rich. Yes, o’ my troth would you, and drink them together. Look ’e, Mr. Wou’d-be, whilst you kept well with your father, I could have ventured to have lent you five guineas. But as the case stands, I can assure you I have lately paid off my sister’s fortune, and——
Y. W. Sir, this put-off looks like an affront, when you know I don’t use to take such things.
Rich. Sir, your demand is rather an affront, when you know I don’t use to give such things.
Y. W. Sir, I’ll pawn my honour.
Rich. That’s mortgaged already for more than it is worth; you had better pawn your sword there, ’twill bring you forty shillings.
Y. W. ’Sdeath, sir——[Takes his sword off the table.
Rich. Hold, Mr. Wou’dbe—suppose I put an end to your misfortunes all at once.