  Enter SIR OLIVER 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 wouldn't sell my Picture. MOSES. And game so deep— SIR OLIVER. But He wouldn't sell my Picture. O—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—sold Judges and Generals by the foot—and maiden Aunts as cheap as broken China.— ROWLEY. And here has he commissioned me to re-deliver you Part of the purchase-money—I mean tho' 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 'em. SIR OLIVER. Well—well—I'll pay his debts and his Benevolences too—I'll take care of old Stanley—myself—But now I am no more a Broker, and you shall introduce me to the elder Brother as Stanley—— ROWLEY. Not yet a while—Sir Peter I know means to call there about this time. Enter TRIP TRIP. O Gentlemen—I beg Pardon for not showing you out—this way—Moses, a word. [Exit TRIP 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 Day Servants were content with the Follies of their Masters when they were worn a little Thread Bare but now they have their Vices like their Birth Day cloaths with the gloss on. [Exeunt.]
|
|
