_Little._ (_At the Table writing_) Um, um, Sir Isaac Skinflint of the Parish of um--sound sense--um weak in Body--uncertainty of human Life--um--last Will and Testament--Now Sir, we are ready; I have finished the Preamble.
_Doct._ But Sir Isaac, should not this Will be made in Private? We always choose to have as few Witnesses by as possible.
_Shar._ I believe you, Doctor Leatherhead, that they may produce the more Law Suits. Ay, ay, Doctor, I know the tricks of the Law; the more Grist, the more Toll for the Miller--but you shall not fill your Bags out of my Sack, you Harpies, you Cormorants, you Devourers! O you Bloodsuckers! Auh, auh!
_Doct._ I find Sir Isaac still the same Man.
_Little._ No matter, Doctor; as it is the last Business we shall do for him, he shall pay swingingly.
_Shar._ I will make my Will simple and plain, and before many Witnesses.
So Harriet, you are come to see the last of the old Man--well I forgive you your Raillery today--come kiss me, Hussy, or I'll disinherit you. (_Kisses her_) You had better kiss me as a dying Uncle, Hussy, than a living Husband, for I shall give you to my Nephew--and now Gentlemen of the Black Robe, who protect our properties for us, the first thing you are to do is to fill up the blank in the Marriage Articles with my Nephew's name instead of mine, for he I fancy, he will be much properer to manage the young Lady's Concerns than me. It is over with me; what think you, Harriet? Don't you think he'll do it better than me, ha? Ah the young Jade, how she smiles. She knows what I mean, but Gentlemen, before I make my Will, I have one thing to observe, which is that I am a very whimsical old Rogue! You all know that, I believe.
_Doct._ Why you are a little whimsical, Sir Isaac, sometimes, I know.
_Shar._ And therefore I desire a Bond may immediately be prepared for me to give my Nephew, which will put it out of my power to revoke the Will I shall now make in these Presents; for I am so odd a Fellow, that it is a hundred to one, I shall want to go from it tomorrow.
_Doct._ I am afraid, Sir Isaac, such a Bond will not be good in Law.
_Little._ O yes, Doctor, very good. Doctor, you will hurt the Practice with your Scruples; what is it to us whether it be a good Bond or not; it is a new Case, and will be a Bone of Contention to us. The Gown will get by it, let who will lose. (_Aside to the Doctor_)