Oh, Mr. Balderdash, good-morrow.
Bald. Noble Mr. Wou’dbe, I’m your most humble servant. I have brought you a whetting-glass, the best Old Hock in Europe; I know ’tis your drink in a morning.
Y. W. I’ll pledge you, Mr. Balderdash.
Bald. Your health, sir.[Drinks.
Y. W. Pray, Mr. Balderdash, tell me one thing, but first sit down; now tell me plainly what you think of me?
Bald. Think of you, sir? I think that you are the honestest, noblest gentleman that ever drank a glass of wine, and the best customer that ever came into my house.
Y. W. And do you really think as you speak?
Bald. May this wine be my poison, sir, if I don’t speak from the bottom of my heart.[Drinks.
Y. W. And how much money do you think I have spent in your house?
Bald. Why, truly, sir, by a moderate computation I do believe that I have handled of your money the best part of five hundred pounds within these two years.