SURFACE. Go, fool!--
[Exit SERVANT.]
Sure Fortune never play'd a man of my policy such a Trick before--
my character with Sir Peter!--my Hopes with Maria!--destroy'd in
a moment!--I'm in a rare Humour to listen to other People's
Distresses!--I shan't be able to bestow even a benevolent sentiment
on Stanley--So! here--He comes and Rowley with him--I MUST try to
recover myself, and put a little Charity into my Face however.----
[Exit.]

Enter SIR OLIVER and ROWLEY

SIR OLIVER. What! does He avoid us? that was He--was it not?

ROWLEY. It was Sir--but I doubt you are come a little too abruptly--
his Nerves are so weak that the sight of a poor Relation may be too
much for him--I should have gone first to break you to him.

SIR OLIVER. A Plague of his Nerves--yet this is He whom Sir Peter
extolls as a Man of the most Benevolent way of thinking!--

ROWLEY. As to his way of thinking--I can't pretend to decide[,]
for, to do him justice He appears to have as much speculative
Benevolence as any private Gentleman in the Kingdom--though he is
seldom so sensual as to indulge himself in the exercise of it----

SIR OLIVER. Yet [he] has a string of charitable Sentiments I suppose
at his Fingers' ends!--

ROWLEY. Or, rather at his Tongue's end Sir Oliver; for I believe