OFF. By your leave, gentlemen: Mr. Trapland, if we must do our office, tell us. We have half a dozen gentlemen to arrest in Pall Mall and Covent Garden; and if we don’t make haste the chairmen will be abroad, and block up the chocolate-houses, and then our labour’s lost.
TRAP. Udso that’s true: Mr. Valentine, I love mirth, but business must be done. Are you ready to—
JERE. Sir, your father’s steward says he comes to make proposals concerning your debts.
VAL. Bid him come in: Mr. Trapland, send away your officer; you shall have an answer presently.
TRAP. Mr. Snap, stay within call.
SCENE VII.
Valentine, Scandal, Trapland, Jeremy,
Steward who whispers Valentine.
SCAN. Here’s a dog now, a traitor in his wine: sirrah, refund the sack.—Jeremy, fetch him some warm water, or I’ll rip up his stomach, and go the shortest way to his conscience.
TRAP. Mr. Scandal, you are uncivil; I did not value your sack; but you cannot expect it again when I have drunk it.
SCAN. And how do you expect to have your money again when a gentleman has spent it?