SCENE VI.


[To them] JEREMY.

SIR SAMP. How now, who sent for you? Ha! What would you have?

FORE. Nay, if you were but in jest--who's that fellow? I don't
like his physiognomy.

SIR SAMP. My son, sir; what son, sir? My son Benjamin, hoh?

JERE. No, sir, Mr Valentine, my master; 'tis the first time he has
been abroad since his confinement, and he comes to pay his duty to
you.

SIR SAMP. Well, sir.


SCENE VII.


FORESIGHT, SIR SAMPSON, VALENTINE, JEREMY.

JERE. He is here, sir.

VAL. Your blessing, sir.

SIR SAMP. You've had it already, sir; I think I sent it you to-day
in a bill of four thousand pound: a great deal of money, brother