  Enter TRIP, MOSES, and SIR OLIVER TRIP. Here Master Moses—if you'll stay a moment—I'll try whether Mr.——what's the Gentleman's Name? SIR OLIVER. Mr.——Moses—what IS my name—— MOSES. Mr. Premium—— TRIP. Premium—very well. [Exit TRIP—taking snuff.] SIR OLIVER. To judge by the Servants—one wouldn't believe the master was ruin'd—but what—sure this was my Brother's House—— MOSES. Yes Sir Mr. Charles bought it of Mr. Joseph with the Furniture, Pictures, &c.—just as the old Gentleman left it—Sir Peter thought it a great piece of extravagance in him. SIR OLIVER. In my mind the other's economy in selling it to him was more reprehensible by half.—— Enter TRIP TRIP. My Master[,] Gentlemen[,] says you must wait, he has company, and can't speak with you yet. SIR OLIVER. If he knew who it was wanted to see him, perhaps he wouldn't have sent such a Message. TRIP. Yes—yes—Sir—He knows you are here—I didn't forget little Premium—no—no—— SIR OLIVER. Very well—and pray Sir what may be your Name? TRIP. Trip Sir—my Name is Trip, at your Service. SIR OLIVER. Well then Mr. Trip—I presume your master is seldom without company—— TRIP. Very seldom Sir—the world says ill-natured things of him but 'tis all malice—no man was ever better beloved—Sir he seldom sits down to dinner without a dozen particular Friends—— SIR OLIVER. He's very happy indeed—you have a pleasant sort of Place here I guess? TRIP. Why yes—here are three or four of us pass our time agreeably enough—but then our wages are sometimes a little in arrear—and not very great either—but fifty Pounds a year and find our own Bags and Bouquets—— SIR OLIVER. Bags and Bouquets!—Halters and Bastinadoes! [Aside.] TRIP. But a propos Moses—have you been able to get me that little Bill discounted? SIR OLIVER. Wants to raise money too!—mercy on me! has his distresses, I warrant[,] like a Lord—and affects Creditors and Duns! [Aside.] MOSES. 'Twas not be done, indeed—— TRIP. Good lack—you surprise me—My Friend Brush has indorsed it and I thought when he put his name at the Back of a Bill 'twas as good as cash. MOSES. No 'twouldn't do. TRIP. A small sum—but twenty Pound—harkee, Moses do you think you could get it me by way of annuity? SIR OLIVER. An annuity! ha! ha! a Footman raise money by annuity—Well done Luxury egad! [Aside.] MOSES. Who would you get to join with you? TRIP. You know my Lord Applice—you have seen him however—— MOSES. Yes—— TRIP. You must have observed what an appearance he makes—nobody dresses better, nobody throws off faster—very well this Gentleman will stand my security. MOSES. Well—but you must insure your Place. TRIP. O with all my Heart—I'll insure my Place, and my Life too, if you please. SIR OLIVER. It's more than I would your neck—— MOSES. But is there nothing you could deposit? TRIP. Why nothing capital of my master's wardrobe has drop'd lately—but I could give you a mortgage on some of his winter Cloaths with equity of redemption before November or—you shall have the reversion—of the French velvet, or a post obit on the Blue and Silver—these I should think Moses—with a few Pair of Point Ruffles as a collateral security—hey, my little Fellow? MOSES. Well well—we'll talk presently—we detain the Gentlemen—— SIR OLIVER. O pray don't let me interrupt Mr. Trip's Negotiation. TRIP. Harkee—I heard the Bell—I believe, Gentlemen I can now introduce you—don't forget the annuity little Moses. SIR OLIVER. If the man be a shadow of his Master this is the Temple of Dissipation indeed! [Exeunt.]
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