Fred. But I own my spirits ran away with me this morning. I will obey you better in future; for they tell me you are a very worthy, good sort of old gentleman.
Sir R. Now who had the familiar impudence to tell you that? Fred. Old rusty, there.
Sir R. Why Humphrey, you didn't?
Hum. Yes, but I did though.
Fred, Yes, he did, and on that score I shall be anxious to show you obedience, for 't is as meritorious to attempt sharing a good man's heart, as it is paltry to have designs upon a rich man's money. A noble nature aims its attentions full breast high, uncle; a mean mind levels its dirty assiduities at the pocket.
Sir R. (Shaking him by the hand.) Jump out of every window I have in my house; hunt my deer into high fevers, my fine fellow! Ay, that's right. This is spunk, and plain speaking. Give me a man who is always flinging his dissent to my doctrines smack in my teeth.
Fred. I disagree with you there, uncle.
Hum. And so do I.
Fred. You! you forward puppy! If you were not so old, I'd knock you down.
Sir R. I'll knock you down, if you do. I won't have my servants thumped into dumb flattery.