SceneII

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Scene

II

Another room in the same.

Enter Sir Oliver Surface and Moses.

Moses

Well, sir, I think, as Sir Peter said, you have seen Mr. Charles in high glory; ’tis great pity he’s so extravagant.

Sir Oliver

True, but he would not sell my picture.

Moses

And loves wine and women so much.

Sir Oliver

But he would not sell my picture.

Moses

And game so deep.

Sir Oliver

But he would not sell my picture. Oh, here’s Rowley.

Enter Rowley.

Rowley

So, Sir Oliver, I find you have made a purchase⁠—

Sir Oliver

Yes, yes, our young rake has parted with his ancestors like old tapestry.

Rowley

And here has he commissioned me to redeliver you part of the purchase-money⁠—I mean, though, in your necessitous character of old Stanley.

Moses

Ah! there is the pity of all! he is so damned charitable.

Rowley

And I left a hosier and two tailors in the hall, who, I’m sure, won’t be paid, and this hundred would satisfy them.

Sir Oliver

Well, well, I’ll pay his debts and his benevolence too. But now I am no more a broker, and you shall introduce me to the elder brother as old Stanley.

Rowley

Not yet awhile; Sir Peter, I know, means to call there about this time.

Enter Trip.

Trip

Oh, gentlemen, I beg pardon for not showing you out: this way⁠—Moses, a word.

Exit with Moses.

Sir Oliver

There’s a fellow for you! Would you believe it, that puppy intercepted the Jew on our coming, and wanted to raise money before he got to his master!

Rowley

Indeed!

Sir Oliver

Yes, they are now planning an annuity business. Ah, Master Rowley, in my days servants were content with the follies of their masters, when they were worn a little threadbare; but now they I have their vices, like their birthday clothes, with the gloss on.

Exeunt.